#GRIPS YOU IN MY HAND REAL TIGHTLY

[kakusu-shipping]

I feel like some of you guys aren't properly seeing the Zygarde-Sensei vision. So I drew it out for you.

[applecaviar]

This was created because I'm ovulating and I was inspired by this art (link here).

What happens when you catch each LI humping a pillow? 🥵🥵

FOLLOW EKAY!!! art is amazing!!!

Full pictures are on Bluesky and X.

"What the hell?" That definitely sounded like Caleb, but the way he called your name was different. Not playful or teasing like usual. It was raw, desperate, almost pained. For a moment you think Caleb must have heard you come home and is calling for you from the kitchen. But the sound comes again, louder and it's clear something is very wrong.

You freeze on the stairs, hand tightening on the railing as you realize the noise is coming from upstairs.

Against your better judgment, you find yourself moving up the stairs, footsteps silent on the carpeted steps. You creep closer to his bedroom door, which is slightly open. You hear him grunt, followed by the creaking of bedsprings. Your stomach twists into knots as you push the door open a little wider, peeking inside.

The sight that greets you steals the breath from your lungs. 

Caleb, is on his knees on the bed, holding with both hands a pillow that is clutched tightly between his legs. His abs flex and tense with each thrust of his hips, the defined lines of his six pack glistening with a sheen of sweat.

A deep moan tears from his throat, your name falling from his lips like a prayer and a plea all at once. "Y/N..." he grunts with a sharp buck of his hips. The metal dog tag you gave him, the one he never takes off, swings and clanks against his chest with every movement.

His face is flushed a deep red, eyes open in concentration as he loses himself in his own twisted fantasy. His dark brown hair falls messily over his forehead, a few damp strands clinging to his skin. He looks lost in his own world, chasing some dark desire that you can only imagine involves you.

You stand there frozen, feeling a confusing mix of shock and embarrassment. You know you should look away, give him privacy, but you can't seem to tear your eyes from the sight of him so consumed by lust.

His breathing comes in ragged pants, chest heaving as he continues to grind against the pillow.

You don't know whether to be flattered, terrified, or turned on. Probably all three. But most of all, you are stunned. You had no idea Caleb was this intense.

The sound of the pillow rubbing against his heavy balls up to the tip of his cock, already slick with precum, makes you squeeze your thighs together.

"Fuck, pipsqueak..." Caleb grunts, "You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight and perfect around my cock." He gives a sharp thrust and the pillowcase darkens with his precum.

His filthy whispers fill the room, painting a vivid picture of the act he wishes he was performing on you. "Gonna fill this sweet little pussy up. Pump you so full of my cum, you'll be dripping with it for days."

Your cheeks flush hotly at his words. You've never heard Caleb speak like this before. It's raw, it's real, and it's terrifyingly intense. A dark shiver runs through you as you imagine him saying those things to you, doing those things to you.

Caleb seems to be chasing something, a release he desperately needs. His grip on the pillow tightens, knuckles turning white as he holds on for dear life. The bed frame creaks beneath him, "Fuck, I need it... I need you... Gonna cum... Gonna fucking cum..." he snarls, hips jerking erratically now. The pillow case is thoroughly soaked, the spreading dark patch testifying to his desperation.

A gasp escapes you as you take an unconscious step forward, the door swings open a bit more. In that same moment, Caleb's head snaps up, eyes flying open wide as he realizes he's no longer alone.

But it's too late. Far too late to stop the inevitable. With a deep moan that echoes off the walls, Caleb's back arches as he finds his release. His hips jerk forward one last time, and thick ropes of pearly white cum erupt from his cock, splattering obscenely across his stomach and chest.

Some of it even reaches his flushed cheek, a single strand dangling from his jawline as he pants harshly, struggling to catch his breath. His pelvis is glazed with his cum, the patch of hair there dripping with his seed.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. Caleb stares at you, eyes blazing with emotions, shock, embarrassment, but above all, hunger. It's like he's seeing straight into your soul and you are frozen in place, your own breath coming in shallow gasps. You don't know what to say, what to do. You are not sure if you should run, scream, or...god help you...take a step closer and let him pull you into his arms.

So you do the only thing you can think of.  You step out of the room, you let the door swing shut behind you with a soft click. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you stand there, back pressed against the closed door. You can still picture the look on his face, the raw need that contorted his features. It will be burned into you mind forever.

How can we go back to the way things were after this? 

Your heart skips a beat as you hear an unfamiliar noise coming from Sylus' room. It sounds like...grunting? You pause midstep, standing still just outside his bedroom door.

There's a strange, rhythmic creaking of bedsprings that makes your brows furrow. What on earth is Sylus doing in there at this hour, especially if he's not a morning person? You've never heard him make noises like that before. Perhaps surprising him like this wasn't the best idea after all.

You open the door slowly, maybe he is having a nightmare you tell yourself. Your heart lurches into your throat, eyes widening in shock. He is not having a nightmare, but something far more...intense. He's kneeling on the bed, gripping a pillow tightly between his thighs. The way his arm clutches it, fingers digging into the fabric, suggests a desperate, almost feral need.

His other hand is fisted in the sheets behind him, knuckles white from the force of his grip. The bed creaks and sways with his movements, the rocking of his hips unmistakable even in the dim light. He's panting, low grunts and growls rumbling from his chest as he grinds himself against the pillow, chasing his pleasure.

Shock roots you to the spot, hand still on the door handle. He's looking down at his throbbing cock, watching it, each slow thrust. His hips roll slowly at first, the movement controlled as he builds towards his peak.

"Fuck, kitten," he grunts, "You take me so deep, all the way into that tight little throat. That's it, open wider, take every fucking inch..."

You feel heat between your legs at the sound of his filthy words, arousal dampening the fabric of your panties

Suddenly, his thrusts turn quick and desperate, the arm gripping the bed slipping a bit. The sound of the pillowcase rubbing against him and the slap of his cock against his stomach fill the room. Beads of precum smear across his skin with each thrust.

You can't look away, even as your cheeks burn and your core throbs with need. You know Sylus is seconds away from coming, his thrusts becoming desperate.

He is fully lost now head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, you bite your lip hard, stifling the moan that threatens to spill out. You are not even touching yourself but you can feel your body responding to his fantasy as if it were real. As if you were the one on your knees, choking on his thick cock, gagging for his seed.

You gasp softly as he orgasms, his long moan of "Take it all, kitten... suck me dry" echoing through the room. The sight of his hot cum splattering across his stomach and staining the sheets is shockingly erotic.

There's so much of it. Thick, creamy ropes of cum paint his skin and the pillow beneath him. You can't help but picture how it would feel, the weight of it heavy and warm on your tongue, sliding down your throat. The thought makes your mouth water.

His cock pulses and throbs as he rides out his orgasm, spurting the last few weak drops of cum onto the pillow. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, arm gripping the sheets trembling slightly.

You are about to close his door when you hear his voice again. You freeze, hand still on the door handle, as he speaks.

"You, watching me, made this much more pleasurable, kitten. Don't walk away now."

You should have known you couldnt slip away unnoticed.

Fuck

Three weeks, that's how long you were on a mission and apart from him.

When you open the front door and walk in you notice the house is quiet, too quiet, as you set your bag down by the shoe rack, kicking off your boots.

Your heart flutters with anticipation as you tiptoe down the hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. The early morning sunlight peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the house as you approach the slightly open bedroom door.

"Y/n...fuuuuuuuck"

He couldn't be...was he?

He was.

Your mouth falls open in shock when you see Zayne. He's on his hands and knees on the bed, a pillow placed between his legs. One hand grips the pillow tightly, holding it firmly against his body as he slowly thrusts his hips, his hard cock trapped between the pillow and his pelvis.

His other hand clutches the bedsheets in front of him like a lifeline. His black hair falls forward, hiding his eyes as his broad shoulders rise and fall with each breath. The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of the bed creaking with his movements and the stifled groans that escape his lips. The sight of his muscular back moving with each thrust sends a shiver down your spine and ignites a fire low in your belly.

You realize that he's not just turned on, but he's already found his release once, the pillowcase, now soaked with his essence, testifies to it. He's using the damp fabric, slick with his cum, to bring himself to the brink again.

His cock, the tip an angry, almost painful shade of red, pulses and throbs with need. His balls draw up tight, and his toes curl.

His face, usually so stoic and controlled, is flushed and you can tell he's on the very edge of another orgasm. Your heart pounds wildly as you watch him chase his release, his hips moving more urgently now. His hand claws at the sheets, bunching the fabric in his fist.

Your own body responds with a deep throb of desire. You can feel the dampness pooling between your thighs, the way your nipples strain against the fabric of your bra. But you remain still, a silent witness to the intimate moment, not wanting to startle him.

He yanks the pillow closer, using it for more friction, more stimulation. "Fuck..." he growls "Always so fucking tight... such a dirty girl...making me cum twice"

Contrary to before, he doesn't hold back his noises this time. A guttural moan, tears from his throat as he finds his release. It's followed by a litany of curses, each one punctuated by the jerking of his hips and the pulsing of his cock.

"Fuck... shit... damn..." he growls, "Take it... take my fucking cum..." You are sure the sight of him losing control, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, will be seared into your mind forever.

You step into the room and walk towards Zayne, eyes drinking in the sight of him, back glistening with sweat, his hips still twitching with the aftershocks of his climax. As you approach him, he slowly turns his head, his eyes blinking in surprise and confusion as they meet yours. He's still gripping the sheets and pillow tightly.

Without hesitation, you reach out and swipe a finger along the tip of his softening cock, collecting the pearly drops of his release that cling to the sensitive skin. Then you bring your finger to your mouth, keeping eye contact with him as you slowly lick it clean, savoring the salty, slightly bitter taste of him.

"Surprise, honey," you say softly, a playful smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. "I'm home early."

You sigh softly as you remember the last time you saw Rafayel, just a few days ago. He had been absorbed in his painting, hunched over a large canvas propped up in his art studio.

You open his front door and walk inside, a basket of freshly prepared food tucked under your arm. You walk to his studio but he is not in there.

An unusual sound drifting down from upstairs makes you stop in place. It's a soft, strangled noise.

Was that a whimper?

Your brows furrow with concern and you set the basket of food down quietly on the staircase, not wanting to disturb whatever may be happening, but unwilling to ignore what sounds like distress.

Climbing the stairs quietly you approach Rafayel's bedroom door. The whimpering grows louder, now unmistakable. Your hand hovers over the doorknob and you take a deep breath, slowly turning the doorknob. As you push the door open just a bit, you peek through to see Rafayel.

It's not his face flushed a deep shade of red that extends to the tips of his ears or the sweat dripping down his chest that makes your heart skip a beat. It's the way he's positioned on the bed, with a pillow clutched tightly between his legs, his hips rocking and rutting against it with desperate, needy thrusts. His left hand gripping the pillow tightly, keeping it firmly in place as his other hand braces against the mattress, holding himself up.

Desperate whimpers and whines spill from his lips as he grinds his hips against the pillow, his eyes screwed shut in a mix of pleasure and what looks like anguish.

Rafayel pulls the pillow closer, the tip of his cock becomes visible with each thrust. It disappears and reappears, glistening with precum as he thrust against the fabric. It makes your face flush hotly, your eyes going wide as you instinctively press a hand to your mouth to stifle any sound.

"Please... please cutie... let me cum..." Rafayel whimpers "Please, I need it so bad... I can't... I can't hold back anymore..." You've only witnessed him in this state once before, and the memory of that intimate moment together flashes through your mind. The raw need in his eyes as he begged you to let him find release within your warmth and tightness.

A single tear of frustration trickles down his flushed cheek, glistening in the soft light. His abs clench and flex with each thrust against the pillow. "Fuck... I can ... smell her..." he chokes out, his voice breaking with need. The pillow is now soaked with his sweat and the weeping tip of his cock.

It's clear that Rafayel is thinking of you, craving you, desperate to fill you and but he is also having trouble reaching his peak, so you decide to help.

You walk softly towards the bed, as you approach, his thrusts against the pillow falter, then stop altogether. He looks up at you with wide, teary eyes, his cheeks burning an even deeper shade of red.

That's when you see the raw vulnerability and need in his expression, the way he's stripped bare of all his usual composure and confidence. It's both humbling and deeply intimate, a rare glimpse into the true depth of his desire for you.

Sitting down gently beside him on the bed, you lean in close, your lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear and in a soft, encouraging whisper, you breathe out the words:

"Keep going, Raf. Cum for me."

Those three simple words, spoken with such gentle encouragement, seem to be the final push Rafayel needs. His eyes flutter closed, a look of pure bliss spreading across his face.

With a hoarse cry of your name, Rafayel's body goes rigid, his hips jerking forward as he finds his much needed release. Thick, hot ropes of his cum spurt from his fat cock, coating the pillow and his hand as he grips it with white knuckles.

"Such a good boy, Raf," you coo softly, reaching out to gently brush a damp lock of hair from his forehead. Your touch makes him shiver, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

You're glad you brought food, because you know you will both need it after the long day and night ahead of you.

You slip the key he gave you into the lock and turn it slowly, easing the door open as quietly as possible. The apartment is dimly lit and you can hear the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic, but otherwise, it's quiet.

Closing the door behind you, you pad softly into the kitchen. You have a plan, start on breakfast, then wake him so he can eat something. He's probably exhausted from his mission, and you want to make sure he has a nice, relaxing morning. Maybe he forgot you were supposed to have breakfast together this morning.

You open the fridge and start gathering ingredients, eggs, bacon, some fresh fruit. You had found a recipe online that looked delicious and you thought he might enjoy it.

The sound of something slamming softly against the wall grabs your attention. Concerned you walk towards his bedroom, leaving the ingredients on the kitchen counter, the sound growing louder with each step. Gently you turn the doorknob and ease the door to his bedroom open, just a little bit at first. But once you open it a little bit more the sight that greets you makes your breath catch in your throat.

Xavier is sprawled naked on his back, body bathed in the soft glow of the lights filtering through the window. His legs are bent, knees up and feet flat on the bed. Nestled between his thighs is a pillow, and you can see his hips rocking slowly, rubbing the pillow against his lenght.

Your gaze is drawn to his cock, standing proud against his stomach. You can see pearly drops of precum dripping from the swollen, flushed tip, trailing down and pooling in his abdomen.

Unconsciously you lick your lips, imagining the taste of his skin, the feel of his body against yours.

Xavier grips the pillow tightly with both hands. His long fingers dig into the fabric as he pulls on both sides, tightening the pillow around his throbbing cock. The soft material squeezes his shaft, providing a delicious friction that has him gritting his teeth.

You can see the desperation in the way he's chasing his pleasure, the hunger that drives him to seek more, always more. His eyes are clenched shut, lost in a world of sensation and desire. A part of you wonders what he's thinking about, what fantasies are playing out behind his closed lids to have him so worked up. 

You don't have to wait long for an answer.

"Fuck, bunny..." he grunts, voice breathless. "You feel so fucking good...ngh...take it all, just like that. Squeeze me... You ride me sooooo good... fuck, you're so tight...so perfect..."

There's no doubt about it now, in his mind, he's with you, lost in a fantasy starring none other than yourself.

His words dissolve into a moan, the sound vibrating through his chest. The signs of his impending orgasm are unmistakable. His thrusts become erratic, the grip on the pillow tightening. His breathing grows ragged and shallow, each inhale ending on a sharp grunt or a moan. The muscles in his thighs and stomach tense and flex.

"Fuck,... I'm... I'm so close... Ah, shit..." Xavier pants. He throws his head back, hair splaying out around him like a halo. "Don't stop...! don't you dare fucking stop..."

And in his head you don't stop because the next second he comes undone. His back arches sharply, pressing himself against the pillow, as thick ropes of hot, sticky cum spurt from his throbbing cock.

The headboard slams against the wall with the force of his thrusts, the rhythmic banging keeping time with the throbbing pulses of his release.

His chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath. The pillow is a mess, soaked through with his release. He collapses back onto the bed, a blissful smile playing at the corners of his lips.

For a moment, you're stunned speechless, hardly believing this really happened. Did he really just...?

Before you can overthink it, Xavier's head turns towards the door, his piercing blue gaze locking onto you. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face, the smirk of a predator who's just spotted his prey.

"Come here, y/n," he purrs, "I noticed you were there before I came, but I wanted to keep the show going for you."

Of course he noticed you standing there, his hunter's instincts always on high alert. It's no wonder he's the best deepspace hunter. Now all you had to do was walk to him.

Easy...right?

[soangelbaby]

just thinking about newlywed!rafe on ur honeymoon 😣

telling you how much he’s dreamed of making you a mommy—how much he’s imagined you carrying his child. his child. his hand pressed against your belly—skin warm underneath his fingertips as if it’s already there, already real in his head. “you don’t get it,” he grumbles, voice low and rough, almost pleading but there’s also something dangerous underneath. his free hand slides down your side, mapping it out, as if he can already see you full with his baby. “this is supposed to happen—” his lips press against your lips one last time before pulling away to stare into your eyes, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “we’re gonna have a family—you’re my wife now, that means you can’t ever leave me, you know that?”

and if you try to laugh it off? rafe’s grip on you just tightens, jaw clenching, pupils dilating, “nah baby, don’t do that.” his hands are everywhere—possessive and desperate, almost frantic, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. “you think i’m just talking? fuck no—i mean it, baby.” his lips attack your neck again, trailing soft kisses along your skin, igniting every nerve—imprinting himself onto you. “you’d be so perfect pregnant, we’d have the most beautiful kid ever, i can see it now,” he’d mutter against your skin, pulling you in so close because he can’t stand the slightest amount of distance.

now, he has you pressed into the mattress—face down, ass up, pounding into you from behind, in the back of honeymoon suite. his large hand covering the side of your face, thumb hooked into the side of your mouth, and his own band shining in the dim light of the room. “that’s it, baby—take it like my fucking wife,” rafe grits, hips snapping faster, bed creaking beneath you both. your brain’s gone static, all you can do is feel. the pleasure, the pain, the stretch. it’s too overwhelming, all consuming, but that doesn’t stop him. “you married me, baby—you fucking asked for this.” he spits out, panting as he you over, not even bothering to pull out. one hand now tightly gripping your throat, and his other snatching your left wrist before shoving it down between your legs.

“touch yourself with my ring on—show me how i own you,” rafe groans, pulling back just slightly, gripping the base of his dick as he watches you rub lazy circles over your clit. “shit, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this” he kisses you hard, rocking back into you and grabbing your wrist not daring to let you stop. “my girl, my ring, my pussy.” moaning into your mouth, body pressing heavy on top of you, not giving you a second to breathe or think about anything but him. this is different than before, he’s not just fucking you—he’s claiming you, marking you. every inch, every crevice, every crack, every thought, all his—and he loves it. he loves watching you fall apart for him, loves seeing you so dazed out you couldn’t even tell him your name, but he makes sure you know his. the only word on your tongue, along with messy whimpers, babbles, and moans. little chants of ‘raferaferafe’ ever so often escaped your lips. and he watches it like ritual. every expression, every breath, every tremble—he can’t get enough. he makes sure you know this is permanent now—ring or not, this is forever. you are his forever.

[willyoubemycherryy]

TAKE 1🎬 -> + Stack. M x Reader +

Since I’ll be in the hospital for a while, I figured I’d post some my drafts for entertainment :)!

Summary: You and a troublesome man you like more than you let on…in the end it’s easy.

Contains: smut, a dash of degradation, established enough relationship, fat d!ck Stack because LOOK at him, country accents, rough s€x, manhandling, multiple ørgasms, overstimulation, he puts it zowwwwnnnn, gives you some of that “move yo hand”, mating press dirty talk, petnames, fucking filthy kissing, cuddles, and as per usual- this is for the ✋🏽 strictly for the ✊🏽

Y’all thank @dollerin <333!

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“Damn baby, you always this easy?”

Stack purrs out against the bare leg that’s currently hiked over his broad shoulder, voice dripping with condescension that’s a lot sweeter than the way he’s fucking into you.

The question is mean but it has its intended effect.

Goosebumps break over the surface of your flushed skin, choking on a whiny moan, cunt pulsating so tightly around him that he can feel you in his bones. A flurry of hiccuping sobs pour from your mouth cause you’re close. Again. Ordinarily, you’d try to defend your good name since you really were in fact not easy…or at least not until you’d met Stack. You’d heard of him before but never had the pleasure of making his acquaintance until he came strolling through your moms shop one day and found you instead.

At first you were stunned just making eye contact with him. Lidded brown eyes, dimples, plump lips- the gold on his teeth glinting at you and damn he was tall. Strutting up to introduce himself to you, accent thick with charm. However, you’d already heard of him and his way of giving women the roundabout and you’d decided right then and there that you’d be damned 11 ways to Sunday before you ever caught yourself on your back or knees for him.

Unfortunately, he was as relentless as he was gorgeous. Steadily pursuing you with the devil in his eyes and a grin on those full lips. Always hanging around- then, he’d disappear. As indifferent as you tried to be, dancing around his advances with light giggles and playful hands, when he’d vanish, you’d find yourself missing his face- or rather- his way of being, more like. See, Stack had this carefree almost cavalier demeanor but he was firm too. To you, that was his most attractive quality.

And he’d picked up on it. That you liked when he was a little firm with you.

From there all it took was a kiss.

Just barely brushing your lips when he leaned down, whispering teasingly against your lips, finger underneath your chin and you couldn’t keep the want from dripping out your eyes if you tried.

“Stop playing with me.”

To your surprise but not his- you listened.

Funny how you were so determined not to fall into his gravity and now look at you; sweat out hairstyle, sheer stockings ripped to hell along with your bra and underwear, being manhandled every which way, stretched out and creaming around the fattest cock you’ve ever had in your life as you moan in bliss- loving it.

Stack’s thrusts are deliciously brutal, hips snapping into yours while your legs hang over his shoulders like some harlot and sounding just like one, mouth dropped open while you cry and whine real pretty for him. Hissing through his teeth at the sight you make, Stack wedges his hands underneath the arch at the base of your back and grips tight- using your body as leverage to fuck into you even deeper. If the heat of the room wasn’t making you delirious then the way the fat head of his was smushing rough kisses into that soft patch of nerves would definitely do the trick. If this is what playing hard to get gets you then you’re seriously considering becoming a professional.

It gets to the point where your pussy is almost as loud as you are, prompting Stack to look down. A loud whistle barely makes it through the fog in your head and you try to bring your vision to focus. Your heart is going at least 100 miles per minute and you squeak as your legs are pushed so far back that your knees are touching your ears, Stack moving directly on top of you. Where the sudden flexibility came from you had no clue- but your awe is almost immediately overtaken by how full the new position has you feeling.

“O-oooh!”

Stack bites his lip as he watches your pretty face melt in pleasure, your normally sleepy eyes pop wide open, brows drawn together like you’re about to cry, lips forming that sexy ‘o’ as he slows down his strokes- letting you feel every inch of him. You were so gorgeous. Naked curves and soft skin crashing and rolling back into him then wrapping around even though you initially wanted damn near nothing to do with him. The thought makes him smirk in satisfaction until he’s brought out of his thoughts by the feel of your trembling hand just above where your bodies are connected. He pulls out halfway nice n slow, looking down to see what the fuss is and his heart almost pounds out of his chest.

Slathered all over his dick, is milky white. It streams out generously from your hole around where he’s stuffed in and Stack feels himself start to lose his mind a little bit as he moans out,

“Yeahhh mamas, she’s real easy f’me…”

He doesn’t take his eyes off your cunt as he slams back in with a wet ‘plap’- throwing his head back with a deep groan. The sound is so primal it sends nasty shivers up your spine but you don’t move your hand and he’s folding you even deeper, lowering his upper body almost completely against yours, pelvis grinding against your clit and you gasp wetly. Stack is wild, sucking bruising kisses into your neck, tongue trailing hotly up to your mouth to claim it in a deep kiss. It’s consuming. His big tongue flattening against yours in maddening swipes, sucking the muscle sloppily into his own mouth making you lightheaded- blood rushing through your ears as he starts his hips up again, grinding away at that spot inside you but not quite as deep and he pulls away.

He watches you gasp desperately, moving not even an inch away from your face as he nips at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue before whispering inside your mouth- eyes glazed,

“Move that hand, baby.”

Your name might as well be Sunday morning cause that’s exactly how easy you are, body obeying him before you even tell it to. As soon as you do, he doesn’t waste a second, big hands hook underneath your knees- railing you stupid. He’s not even trying to think straight, caught up in in not just the heat but how tight- how creamy- you are. Letting out a string of swears, he captures your mouth in another overwhelming kiss, cock aching while he swallows your wails as you twitch and shake around him.

You can’t take anymore. Stack gives another harsh, slick roll of his pelvis into your swollen nub while battering that tender spot inside you and you’re coming. And Jesus Christ on a bike- you’re coming hard. Clawing at Stack’s beefy muscles, a swarm of stars completely eclipse your vision while you’re shocked with wave after wave of vicious pleasure. You’re so loud you struggle recognize your own voice but Stack’s is clear as the ecstasy pumping through your body. Filthy words of praise and encouragement directly in your ear, prolonging your orgasm.

“Thaaat’s it, dollface.. aalll over me…”

Tears spill from your eyes and you’re close to tapping out when Stack buries his head into your chest, taking one of your puffy nipples into his mouth, thrusts slowing as he shoots deep inside your heat with a muffled groan, stuffing your hole to the brim until he pops off your tit with a satisfied sigh.

You’re tired, your back is killing you, and your shaking like a baby deer but a grin makes its way onto your lips regardless as Stack kisses all over you, pulling out slowly, warm eyes checking over your form for any sign of discomfort while you bask in the coziness after, closing your eyes to enjoy a much needed break until he interrupts it. Kissing your cheek in that tender way he does when he’s fixing to look after you.

“You okay? Ain’t hurtin’ none?”

You shake you head, eyes closed even as he pats you dry gently with his shirt, tossing on the floor when he’s done. Less sweaty, it’s easier for you to nap but something was missing. Reaching up, your hand swipes though the air as you blindly reach for him, eventually catching his chain as you yank him down next to you with a soft pleased little hum. Yes, you’d sleep just fine now.

And when you wake up?

You’re face to face with a big rock on your finger.

Stay tuned for take 2, 3, 4 and more yall🤠🫶🏽!!!

[missdynamighttt]

kickin my feet and shi thinkin abt husband! katsuki not leaving without his goodbye kiss from his wife, even after an argument.

you stood by the kitchen counter with your arms crossed, still fuming from the argument that had erupted the night before.

katsuki, equally stubborn, was getting ready for work, his movements a little harsher than usual as he shoved his phone into his pocket and grabbed his keys.

neither of you had really spoken since the fight. it was stupid, really—something about schedules and plans.

"gotta go."

you heard the jingle of his keys as he walked toward the door. for a moment, you thought he was just going to leave. good. let him leave. maybe a day apart would cool both of you down.

but then, he just stopped.

you didn’t turn around, but you felt his presence by the door, unmoving. you were about to glance over your shoulder when his voice broke the silence.

“where’s my kiss?”

your heart stuttered. slowly, you turned to face him. "excuse me?"

"you heard me," katsuki grumbled, his ears tinged pink. "you always give me a kiss before i leave. so... where is it?"

your lips parted in disbelief. “we just argued for the whole night and you want a kiss?"

"yeah, and? doesn’t mean you can skip it."

the audacity. the nerve. you opened your mouth to tell him off, but the stubborn, almost childlike look on his face made your resolve crack.

he was dead serious. this man could be furious with you—could spend hours brooding in stony silence—but he still needed his goodbye kiss like it was a non-negotiable part of his day.

"katsuki, i’m still pissed at you."

"and i’m still pissed at you," he shot back, brows furrowing. "but we don’t leave without a goodbye kiss. that’s our thing and i’m not leavin’ without it."

he looked genuinely annoyed—and not just because of the argument.

ever since you’d started dating, no matter how bad the fight, you never let each other leave without a kiss. this was the kind of annoyance he reserved for things that threw him off his routine.

and apparently, your daily goodbye kiss was part of that routine.

still, you stayed put, stubborn as fuck. he shifted, gripping the keys tightly in his hand like it was the only thing stopping him from marching across the room.

you saw the conflict flash in his eyes—pride battling something softer.

"just...” he finally muttered, voice low and rough. “c’mere. please.”

that single, reluctant please just broke you.

with an exasperated sigh, you stomped over to him. he watched you carefully, guarded but hopeful. you stopped just inches away, folding your arms.

“this doesn’t mean i’m not still mad,” you mumbled.

“i know,” he said softly.

you placed your hands on his chest and stood on your tiptoes, giving him a quick, chaste kiss on the lips. or at least, you tried to. as you pulled away, his hand shot out, cupping the back of your neck.

“oi,” he said, voice losing its earlier irritation. “that ain’t a real kiss.”

you glared up at him, ready to argue, but the intensity in his eyes made your heart stutter. his thumb brushed the side of your neck as his grip softened.

"even if we fight," he muttered, voice lower now, "i still love ya. and i still want my kiss."

your chest tightened. damn him for being sweet after pissing you off.

you leaned in again, pressing your lips to his more firmly this time. he responded immediately, mouth warm against yours, his hand cupped the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

it wasn’t soft or tentative—it was desperate, almost punishing. his teeth scraped your bottom lip, and his tongue pushed into your mouth like he was trying to kiss the fight right out of you.

when you pulled away, his expression had softened, the hard lines of frustration melting into something quieter.

"i love you." he kissed your forehead, then straightened. “well?”

you raised an eyebrow. “well, what?”

his gaze darkened. “say it.”

you roll your eyes dramatically. "say what?"

his jaw clenched. "say you love me too. you don’t get to leave me hangin’ after all that kissin’ shit.”

a smirk tugged at your lips. oh, he was really fishing for it now. “i love you too, okay?”

the words barely left your mouth before his hand shot out, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you toward him.

"good," he muttered, before slamming his lips against yours in another kiss that left you breathless. it wasn’t sweet or gentle—it was hungry, desperate, like he was trying to make up for lost time.

“wait, katsuki, you’re gonna be late—” you gasped against his mouth as his hands roamed down your body.

“fuck work. i’m late anyway," you tried to speak again, but he kissed you so hard it left no room for words.

the argument? forgotten. work? completely irrelevant. all that mattered was the way he was making you feel in that moment, pulling you closer, making your head spin.

his hands tugged at your clothes with an urgency that told you he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

“got better things to do while my girl is pissed at me.”

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ravaged depths | rafayel

⤜ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - You remembered the first Ebb day—how he’d clung to you, delirious, burning up from the inside out. Lemurians didn’t just get fevers. When they went into heat, it was instinct and memory twisted into something raw and feral. He’d held onto you like you were the only tether keeping him grounded. Because you were. You always had been.

So when Thomas told you he’d vanished, that chill ran up your spine.

You knew what this was.

He was probably hiding it. Probably painting himself into madness with those blood-soaked corals he kept sealed in glass like trophies. Maybe he was hurting again. Maybe he didn’t want you to see him like that—vulnerable, a god stripped bare.

⤜ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ - rafayel x female reader

⤜ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ - smut

⤜ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 4.2k

⤜ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ (or tags) - nsfw, mdni, no use of y/n, use of pet names (cutie), dom!rafayel, depictions of heat or mating cycles, references to rafayel's bond story (ebb and flow), possessive behavior, oral sex (f! receiving), clit play, fingering, overstimulation, handjob, cum marking, multiple orgasms, penetration (p in v), dirty talk, unprotected sex, mating press, breeding kink, creampie, and mentions of ownership.

⤜ ɴᴏᴛᴇ- Well, this was just something that had been bothering me and I had to get it out of my system, lol. There's no plot here, just plain smut. Enjoy reading!

You got the call on a Tuesday.

Thomas’s voice came through sharp and tight over the line, like he was trying not to panic but already halfway there. “I haven’t heard from him in three days. He’s not answering his phone. Studio’s locked, not even a brushstroke done for the exhibit.”

You rubbed your temples. Of course it would happen now.

The thing with Rafayel was—he disappeared sometimes. Not in the ghosting kind of way. No, he always told you where he was going. Always made you promise to text when you were working late, made you promise to tell him if you weren’t coming over. Just so he knew. Just so he didn’t wait by the window like some fool, eyes flicking toward every passing headlight.

“You don’t have to tuck me in, cutie,” he’d joke, head resting in your lap like he belonged there. “Just tell me when to stop waiting.”

He played it off like he was teasing, like he wasn’t dead serious. That was the thing about Rafayel—two faces, same man. Around you, he was soft, dramatic, a little clingy, a little spoiled. He pouted, he flirted, he draped himself on your couch like he paid rent. But when he was with others? Cold as ice. Calculated. He had that detached artist thing down to an art form, and it wasn’t an act. You’d seen the real switch happen more than once—the light in his eyes shutting off like a storm rolling in.

You remembered the first Ebb day—how he’d clung to you, delirious, burning up from the inside out. Lemurians didn’t just get fevers. When they went into heat, it was instinct and memory twisted into something raw and feral. He’d held onto you like you were the only tether keeping him grounded. Because you were. You always had been.

So when Thomas told you he’d vanished, that chill ran up your spine.

You knew what this was.

He was probably hiding it. Probably painting himself into madness with those blood-soaked corals he kept sealed in glass like trophies. Maybe he was hurting again. Maybe he didn’t want you to see him like that—vulnerable, a god stripped bare.

You didn’t wait. You grabbed your gear, told Thomas you’d handle it, and headed straight to his studio.

It was no surprise to find yourself pinned pinned beneath his muscular frame on the couch in his studio, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he feasted on your dripping sex like a man starved. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of his lips smacking and sucking, his tongue delving deep into your folds again and again. You could feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you with wild abandon.

“Rafayel—!” you gasped.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging at the silky strands as the pleasure built to a fever pitch inside you. Rafayel’shands slid up to grip your thighs, pushing them further apart as he buried his face between your legs, his nose pressed against your clit as he tongue-fucked your entrance with deep, powerful strokes.

Fuck.

You could feel your juices coating his chin, dripping down onto the couch beneath you as he ate you out with single-minded focus. Your hips bucked and writhed against his mouth, trying to grind your aching sex against his face as the pressure inside you reached a breaking point. You were so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy as Rafayel’s tongue circled your clit with devastating precision.

Your fingers clenched in his hair, holding him tight against you as you felt your orgasm building, the coil of tension in your core winding tighter and tighter. You were panting and moaning, your chest heaving with each ragged breath as Rafayel brought you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your walls fluttering, clenching around his invading tongue as he pushed you ruthlessly towards your peak.

Just as you were about to come undone, Rafayel pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 

“Not yet, cutie. Don’t come, okay?” he purred, his voice rough and low. “I’m not done with you yet.” And with that, he dove back in, sealing his mouth over your sex once more and continuing his relentless assault on your senses, determined to make you crazy.

He was succeeding, because you were in fact going crazy.

Your hands remained fisted in his hair, holding him tight as he ate you out with wild, unbridled hunger, your body trembling and shaking with the force of your impending release. The room filled with the filthy sounds of your coupling, the wet squelches and slurps of Rafayel’s mouth on your sex echoing off the walls as he brought you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

You whined, “I can’t—I can’t…. I need to—ah!”

You felt two of his long—thick fingers push deep inside your dripping core. Your back arched off the couch, a sharp cry of pleasure tearing from your throat as he began to finger fuck you with deep, powerful strokes. His fingers curled and twisted inside you, stroking along your inner walls and brushing against that sensitive spot that made your toes curl.

Rafayel’s fingers pumped in and out of your tight heat, matching the rhythm of his licks and sucks on your clit. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, and you could feel your walls clenching and fluttering around his invading digits—trying to draw them deeper inside you. 

Suddenly, Rafayel added a third finger, stretching you wider, filling you fuller and the new sensation pushed you over the precipice.

You can’t hold it anymore. 

You can’t.

You came with a scream, “Rafayel-!”

Your body convulsed and shook as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you. Your sex clenched and spasmedaround his fingers, gushing and dripping with your release as Rafayel worked you through your orgasm, his fingers pumping and curling inside you, drawing out your pleasure.

You hiccuped, “S-Stop-! I can’t—"

Rafayel never let up his assault on your clit—licking and sucking the sensitive nub as you rode out the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. Your fingers remained fisted in his hair, holding him tight against you as you gasped and shuddered, your body still tingling with the lingering effects of your mind-blowing release. 

Rafayel’s fingers slowly stilled inside you, but he kept them buried deep, plugging you up, as he licked your sex clean of your juices, savoring the taste of your pleasure on his tongue.

You sighed and peered through your half-closed eyelids, Rafayel hovered above you like the tide itself—inevitable, consuming.

His eyes glowed with reddish pink melting into violet, a storm of color that shimmered like sunset trapped beneath the waves. They pulsed with something older, wilder, the kind of magic that belonged to deep-sea gods and forgotten lullabies. Looking into them felt like falling. They held you still, like gravity didn’t belong to the earth anymore, only to him. 

Specks of violet and blue shimmered across his cheeks and down the line of his throat—scales, iridescent and fine as dust, catching the light like stars scattered over his skin. They pulsed faintly with his breath, shifting as if alive, as if tasting the air around you.

You wanted to touch them. Trace them. Memorize the way they glowed like stars scattered across a sea that only he belonged to. But your hands stayed still, curled into the couch cushions, breath caught somewhere between your lungs and the part of you that ached for him.

His skin was damp, slick with heat—his own and yours—and glistened where it met the light, his chest heaving, breath labored but steady. Not desperate. Controlled. 

A god at the edge of surrender.

Sweat trickled down his temple, sliding over the curve of his jaw like it belonged there. His lips—parted, glossy, wet—obviously bitten raw and red from his assaults on your sex. You could smell salt on his skin. Not the kind from the sea. The kind born of fever. 

Of need. Of heat.

And still, the way he looked at you—fuck—it was reverent.

As if your body beneath him was sacred. As if you were the anchor keeping him from drifting into madness. His hand was firm on your hip, fingers splayed, possessive, keeping you pinned in place—not to dominate, but to keep himself from floating away. Like the warmth of you was the only thing tethering him to his shape.

“Rafayel,” you whispered, or maybe you just thought it. But his eyes flickered, focused sharper, like the sound of his name from your lips was enough to bring him back from wherever he was drifting.

He leaned in close enough that the scent of salt and skin filled your senses. 

His weight pressed down gently, never fully—like he was afraid of breaking you. Or maybe afraid of breaking himself if he let go. There was heat rolling off him in waves, dampening your skin where it met his, slick with sweat, pulse jumping in time with yours. You could feel the tremor in his muscles, the restraint, the feral edge buried just beneath the surface.

You weren’t even sure when you stopped breathing. Maybe it was the moment his hands slid up your trembling thighs, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. Maybe it was when his lips hovered a breath above your breasts, his lips latching onto your t-shirt covered nipples. 

He sucked and nibbled at the hardened peaks through the thin fabric, the rough texture of the cotton rubbing deliciously against your sensitive skin. You could feel your nipples straining against the shirt, aching for the direct touch of his mouth, but he teased you mercilessly, refusing to give you the satisfaction of skin on skin contact.

“Please, Rafayel…”

He smiled, and finally his hands slid up your quivering stomach, his fingers splaying across your skin as he pushed your shirt up inch by torturous inch. You lifted your arms, allowing him to peel the garment off your body and toss it carelessly to the side. The cool air hit your newly exposed skin, your nipples pebbling instantly from the change in temperature and the intensity of your arousal.

But that coolness was short-lived as Rafayel’s hot mouth descended upon your breasts, his lips wrapping around one aching, bare nipple and suckling—greedily. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your head falling back against the couch as pleasure sparked through your nerve endings like electricity. Rafayel’s tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, flicking and teasing, before he drew it into his mouth and suckled harder, sending jolts of white-hot bliss straight to your core.

His other hand came up to knead and squeeze the soft flesh of your breast, his fingers sinking into your skin as he massaged the supple mound. He rolled and plucked at your other nipple, pinching and tugging the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger, giving it the same attention his mouth lavished on its twin. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your sex clenching and fluttering around nothing, still sensitive from your previous release.

Rafayel’s lips moved to your other breast, his mouth covering your nipple and suckling just as greedily as before. He nipped and bit at the tender flesh, his teeth grazing your skin before he soothed the sting with his tongue. You could feel the wetness of his saliva coating your nipple, the sensation of his mouth on your bare skin is a different sensation entirely.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he worshipped your breasts with lips and tongue and teeth. You arched your back, pressing your chest further into his touch, silently begging for more. Rafayel obliged, his hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as he feasted on your flesh like a starving man at a banquet.

Rafayel looked up at you, eyes glassy and wide, his pupils blown so wide they swallowed the pink and violet whole—like he couldn’t see anything but you.

He gasped, voice muffled against your nipple, his lips wet, “Cutie…”

You felt his hips nestle between your thighs, his thick, heavy cock resting against your sensitive sex, still dripping with the evidence of your release. You trembled, thighs shifting and parting slightly, and you felt Rafayel’s cock twitch against your sex, growing harder, more insistent.

He groaned, “I need…”

Understanding him, you reached down between your bodies, your fingers brushing against the hard, velvety tip of his erection. You could feel the moisture from your combined arousal coating his length, making it slick and smooth beneath your touch. You wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft, feeling it pulse and throb in your grip as you slowly stroked up and down, exploring the shape and size of him.

Rafayel let out a low, guttural groan, his hips rocking forward slightly as you touched him. 

“Fuck, cutie… l-let me help you….” he purred.

His hand slid down to cover yours, his fingers curling around your own as he guided your movements, showing you how he liked to be touched, how to stroke and caress his aching flesh. You could feel the heat building between your thighs, the desire coiling tighter in your core as you felt Rafayel’s cock grow harder, more urgent against your touch.

Rafayel groaned, low and ragged, “More, please…”

His head dropped against your collarbone—his breath hot and uneven.

Your fingers danced over the tip, teasing the sensitive flesh, smearing the bead of moisture that leaked from the slit. Rafayel’s breath grew ragged, his chest heaving against your own as you continued to explore his length, marveling at the way it twitched and jumped beneath your touch. You could feel the power and the strength in his body, the raw, primal masculinity that both thrilled and terrified you. And as you stroked and caressed his cock, you knew that you were playing with fire—but you were more than ready to be consumed by the flames. 

His flames.

As your fingers continued to tease and stroke Rafayel’s throbbing cock, you could feel the tension in his body building to a fever pitch. His hips began to rock and thrust against your hand, seeking more of that delicious friction, more of your touch. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he chased his own release.

Suddenly, Rafayel’s body went rigid, his muscles tensing and flexing beneath his skin. A guttural, animalistic groan tore from his throat as his cock jerked and throbbed in your grip, pulsing with a life of its own. You felt the first hot, thick spurt of his seed erupt from the tip, coating your fingers and dripping down onto your sex. 

His hips bucked and shuddered, his body trembling, “Oh gods…”

You continued to stroke his cock, working him through the aftershocks of his release as he collapsed against you, his weight pressing you into the couch. You could feel his heart racing, his skin flushed and damp with a sheen of sweat as he struggled to catch his breath. Your fingers remained wrapped around his softening length, gently caressing and soothing him as he came down from the high of his climax.

Rafayel’s hand slid up your body, cupping your cheek, tilting your face towards his own. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his desire and his gratitude into the heated embrace. You could taste the desperation on his tongue, the raw, primal hunger that only you seemed to bring out in him. And as you kissed him back just as fiercely, just as desperately, you knew that you would never be able to get enough of this man—of his touch, his passion, his all-consuming love. 

You were his, just as he was yours, two souls entwined in a dance as old as time itself.

His breath ghosted hot against your cheek, shaky and humid, like the tide pulling too close to shore.

“Tell me I can,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked, lips brushing your skin. “Tell me I can have you…”

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your cheek, “Please… I need to feel more of you. All of you.”

“You don’t have to ask. I’m yours.” you whispered, as you reached up to caress his cheek.

He groaned, “You don’t know what you do to me—I’m holding back so much.”

“Then don’t hold back. I want all of it—all of you.” you reassured, “I trust you. Even like this, I’ll always trust you.”

His lips skimmed along your jaw, slick and trembling, like he was drinking you in one slow breath at a time. 

“You’ll ruin me,” he whispered, voice hoarse with need. “But gods, I want you to.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, glowing eyes flickering.

“I’ll give you everything. Just—don’t look away when I do.”

His gaze were intense and filled with a hunger that made your heart race. Slowly, inch by inch, he began to push forward, the thick head of his erection parting your swollen lips and sinking into your tight, wet heat.

You gasped as you felt him enter you, your walls stretching and yielding to his size. “Rafayel—“

You felt him shudder when you whispered his name, like a wave breaking at last against the shore. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a low groan escaping his lips as your silken walls enveloped him, gripping his shaft like a velvet vice. He began to push deeper, inch by excruciating inch, allowing you to feel every throb and pulse of his hard cock as it disappeared inside you.

He hissed, “You’re so tight. F-Fuck, c-cutie—” his voice cracked—soft, desperate—as if the need was clawing its way out of his chest.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your nails raking down his back as you struggled to adjust to his size. Rafayel’s hand slid down to your hip, gripping it tightly as he continued his slow, steady push forward, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt inside you. You could feel the heat of him, the weight of him, filling and stretching you in a way that was almost too much to bear.

For a long moment, Rafayel remained still, allowing you to feel the throb and twitch of his cock deep inside your core. His forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with your own as he savored the feeling of being one with you, joined in the most intimate way possible. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the strength and power in his body as he held himself above you, pinning you down with his weight and his presence.

Slowly, Rafayel began to move, withdrawing his hips until just the tip of his cock remained inside you. Then, with a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful stroke. He set a steady rhythm, his hips rocking and rolling against your own as he began to make love to you with deep, purposeful thrusts that hit that secret spot inside you with every drive of his hips.

Your body responded instinctively, your hips lifting to meet his, taking him deeper, urging him on. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of your mingled moans and cries of pleasure as Rafayel took you with a passion and a hunger that left you breathless and aching for more. You could feel the pleasure building inside you, the coil of tension in your core winding tighter and tighter with every thrust, every stroke of his hard, thick cock inside your dripping sex.

He moved like he was drowning in want, and beneath the glitter of scales and heat-slick skin, he was unraveling, and you were the only thing holding him together, like you were the only air left.

Rafayel suddenly hooked his arms under your knees, pulling your legs up and back as he pushed your knees towards your chest. He maneuvered your body with ease, his strength allowing him to bend and position you as he desired. As he did this, he pushed your thighs further apart, opening you wider to him. Your legs were now bent at an angle, your knees pressed against your chest, completely exposing your sex to his hungry gaze.

With this new position, Rafayel could drive his cock even deeper into your core. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your ass as he began to piston in and out of you with long, powerful strokes. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper inside you, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. You could feel every ridge and vein of his thick shaft dragging along your sensitive walls, igniting sparks of pleasure that raced up your spine.

“T-That’s it, cutie. Take it, yeah? Take it.” he moaned.

Rafayel’s hips slammed against yours, the force of his thrusts making your body jolt and shake. He was fucking you with wild abandon, his eyes dark and intense as he watched your face, watching the pleasure play out across your features. You could feel the heat building between your thighs, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in your core as Rafayel’s cock pounded into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your fingers clawed at his back, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to him, anchoring yourself against the force of his thrusts. You could feel the sweat dripping down your body, your skin slick and flushed with the exertion of your lovemaking. Rafayel’s chest heaved above you, his muscles flexing and rippling with every movement, showcasing his raw, primal strength.

“Fuck, cutie,” Rafayel growled, his voice rough and low. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, so perfect.” He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his hips against yours, stirring his cock deep inside you. “I can feel you squeezing me, cutie. You want to come on my cock, don’t you? Want to take every last drop of me?” His words were filthy, obscene, but they only served to turn you on more, to make you burn hotter for him.

You nod, frantically, eagerly. You gasped, “Yes, yes, yes—please, Rafayel!”

“Fuck, I want to breed this pussy—want to make you mine!” He growled, his voice cracking.

Rafayel’s fingers found your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles. The added stimulation was almost too much to bear, and you could feel your walls starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning cock. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as Rafayel continued to pound into you with wild abandon, his hips slapping against yours, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room.

“Come on, cutie,” Rafayel growled, his fingers moving faster, pressing harder against your clit. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel you come apart for me.” His words were rough, demanding, pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion.

Your body tensed, your back arching off the couch as you felt your orgasm building to a crescendo. Rafayel’s cock was hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity through your veins. You could feel the pressure in your core winding tighter and tighter, your walls clenching and squeezing around Rafayel’s shaft, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him inside you.

With a scream of Rafayel’s name, you came undone, your body convulsing and shaking as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you. Your sex clenched and spasmed around Rafayel’s cock, gushing and dripping with your release as he fucked you through your climax, drawing out your pleasure.

Feeling your walls clamp down around him, Rafayel let out a guttural roar, his body going rigid as he found his own release. His cock jerked and throbbed inside you, pulsing as he spilled his hot release deep into your core. You could feel the warmth of it, the thickness of it, painting your insides.

He was draped over you in an instant like a weighted blanket, limbs tangled, cheek pressed to your chest, his breath ragged. His skin was damp, faintly glowing, but his body had softened, all the tension melted into your touch.

“Mmh…” he mumbled, voice low and lazy, lips brushing your collarbone. “That felt so good, cutie.”

You laughed, well, tried to. “Are you feeling better now?”

He shook his head, “Still burning. But I’m choosing not to die about it right now.”

You huffed a laugh, fingers carding gently through his sweat-damp hair. “Choosing?”

“Mmhm,” he hummed. “Choosing rest. Choosing you. Very brave of me.”

He tilted his head up just enough to look at you, eyes heavy-lidded but still glowing faintly, pupils still too wide. “Don’t move, cutie,” he said, dramatically nuzzling back into your skin. “If you leave, I’ll literally melt. You’ll come back to nothing but glitter and salt.”

You didn’t move. Of course you didn’t.

“Good,” he whispered, already half-asleep. “Knew you had a soft spot for me.”

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[holeforzenin]

Tw- Anal, Degradation, really filthy dirty talk, Todo is very mean, Dubcon??, he cums in your ass, Not proofread!!

A/n this isn't the best bc it was super rushed so I apologize for that n I cringed sm while writing this so please be aware😭

AnalFreak! Todo who finally gets his hands on you after so fucking long, after all those shitty nights where he'd fuck his hard fist pathetically, imagining it was your tight little ass gripping around his thick cock milking him till he floods your insides with cum but now—now he finally has the real thing he dreamt of for so fucking long and it drove him soo crazy.

You cried out in half pain-half pleasure as the large man behind you fucks into your puckering hole brutally, a strong hand gripping tightly around your neck to the point where you were struggling to breathe, forcing you to look up at him with teary eyes as he prys open your butthole, his cockhead practically kissing your guts every time he shoves it all the way in your ass. "Fuckk that's a good girl, taking my cock so fucking well, you don’t have any fucking idea how badly I’ve been dreaming about this baby”.

he lets out a loud gravelly moan at how tight you were closing around his cock every time he pulls it out with just the tip reminding inside, just to force it back with each controlling thrust, hissing at how hard and snugly your butthole clenches around his cock.

More and more tears welled up in your eyes as you felt his hard cock twitching against your tight anal wall, a lump forming deep in your throat as you felt your legs starting to give in. “Ohh, fuckfuckfuckkk gonna bury my cum so fucking deep in this dirty hole baby. Your such a nasty slut ya know that? Clenching and gripping around my cock like a fucking whore, you must really love this dick don’t you?” Tears flooded down your cheeks as you shook your head, looking up at him defeatedly. He chuckles and kisses your temple, “Aw come on baby, you know you don’t mean that, the way your asshole is swallowing up my cock like this, no way” he laughs mockingly, eyes looking down to where his cock disappears into you like magic.

“Fu-ck todo! It’s s’big, s'deep inside of me" you cried out, feeling him gaping and stretching your asshole into the sheer size of his girthy cock as he flicks your tears away with his thumb. “I know baby, I know m’almost done, gonna give this pretty butthole a nice creamy filling yeah?” He groans, cock twitching and jumping against your walls before he lets out a low “fuckk” as he began shooting out white ropes of cum-frosting deep into your ass, he made sure to stop when his cock was in all the way in to the hilt, to the point where your dripping cunt was smearing slick onto his hard balls.

His cock was hidden soo deep in your ass, the cum filling up your walls just like how you’d stuff cream in a pie. Your legs gave in as you fell towards his chest but were obviously, quickly caught by his big strong arms n his cock still buried inside of you, he bent you over on the nearest surface. your upper body laying down as he slowly pulled his cock out of your ruined ass, dragging it all the way out before admiring the pretty delicious gape that he created, he stuffed a pointer finger into your asshole, pushing any cum that was threatening to spill out all the way back in. “Mmm so cute baby, all stuffed and filled with my cum", he slaps your ass over and over, admiring how the thick flesh jiggles against him on impact, "Love this tight fucking ass so much baby, m'fucking obsessed”.

[ryosbaby]

threatening plug!toji that you'll replace him since he wants to start charging you now.

toji let out a deep sigh as he stepped outta the car, door clicking shut behind him.

“you know you still owe me from last time, yeah?” he muttered, brows drawn. “ain’t givin’ you shit for free no more.”

his voice was low, rough around the edges. looked tired too—but more annoyed than anything else.

you shrugged innocently, “thought you let that slide already.”

he huffed a dry laugh, leaning back against the car, arms crossing over his chest. his shirt rode up just a bit, flashin’ a strip of muscle at his waist.

“angel, i been doin’ you favors left and right,” he said, head tilted. “‘m runnin’ a damn business here.”

“this ain’t no charity, alright?”

his eyes dragged over you, slow and a little amused, one brow quirking as he gave you that look—the one that always made your stomach twist a bit.

“can’t just be handin’ shit out ‘cause you bat your lashes.”

he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it without breakin’ eye contact. took a long drag, then blew the smoke out to the side completely disregarding the 'no smoking sign' plastered on the wall of the parking lot.

“so,” he said, smoke curling past his lips, “what d’you need this time, sweetheart?”

“change my mind…” you muttered, already reaching for your phone. “’m just gonna call sukuna 'm sure he's gon—”

before you could even finish, toji rolls his eyes as he grabbed your arm, fingers wrapping tight as he yanked you back.

“fuckin’ ungrateful,” his voice dropped, rough and low in your ear. “i give you whatever the hell you want most times—you don't pay for shit—don’t even charge you full price when you do bother payin’.”

“toji—"

the smoke from his cigarette hit your face a second later cutting you off, sharp and deliberate, as he leaned in close. too close.

“yet you run to him?” his grip tightened just a little more, not enough to hurt—but damn near close. “that what we doin’ now?”

then you felt it—his body pushing you back ‘til your spine hit the side of the car with a soft thud, heat radiating off him. he was solid, sweat clinging to his skin, his scent mixing with the smoke and whatever cologne he threw on in.

“was just playin’,” you said quickly, lips twitching into a pout. “you get mad at me so quickly."

his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face toward his with zero patience.

“do i look like i’m in a playful fuckin’ mood, baby?”

you rolled your eyes just a little. “no… but you never are.”

he let out a low chuckle, but there was no real humor behind it.

“i said i was sorry,” you muttered, softer this time.

he watched you for a second too long, like he was deciding whether to let it go. then his hand slid down to your waist, gripping it firm.

“don’t say sorry. just don’t go actin’ like i’m not the one who fuckin’ takes care of you, yeah?”

“i know that,” you said, voice quiet but steady. “i wasn’t actually gonna call him. was just tryna piss you off.”

“oh, i know,” he said, dragging his gaze over you slow. “my angel’s a good girl.”

he leaned in again, smoke curling past your face, his lips ghosting close.

“c’mere.”

he leans in and presses his lips against yours, his hand on your hip gripping it harder, his body completely trapping you against his car and himself. his tongue runs over your bottom lip, demanding entry into your mouth. he's always too fast.

he moves his other hand to your thigh, grabbing it before lifting you and pinning you against the car. his massive body pressed tightly against you, you can feel his muscles flex under his shirt against you. His lips moved against yours more hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth now.

he let out a small groan against your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth with more need. his grip on your hip and thigh tightened as he pushed his body against yours, pinning you tightly against the car. he broke the kiss for a moment to let you breathe before diving back in, his lips attacking your neck now. his head moved down slightly to your nape, his hot breath and lips on your skin.

he began to trail kisses down your neck, his lips and tongue sucking on a few spots. He started to bite and nibble on the skin of your neck, leaving a few marks. his hand that held your hip started to travel under your top, his large hand grabbing onto your waist.

"whaddya need again?” toji muttered, eyes dragging over you. “don't gotta pay cash no more. i got a cheaper option.”

you gave him a look. “cheaper?” toji never offers fair deals .

“mhm, way cheaper," he hummed against your neck, his tongue licking one of the marks he left on your skin. one of his legs slipped between your thighs, pushing against you softly.

"you'll like it baby don't worry, so...ya up for it?"

you looked at him, not really thinking about it just appreciating how your plug look, “whatever you want, toji."

he completely got you.

he bit slightly on your neck at those words.

"such a good girl.." he mumbled against your skin, his hand on your waist moving up your top, his palm touching your bare skin

"c'mon get inside the car and fucking delete sukuna's number."

extra. messages with plug!toji

[ebodebo]

trouble never lies dormant…

pairing: remmick x preachers!daughter reader

word count: 1k+

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, maybe a little dubcon vibes, reader is religious on account of her dad being the town preacher and all, masturbation, multiple orgasms, religious speak & imagery, vampirism, vampire/human, somewhat of an established relationship, but like i’m using the term relationship very loosely, biting, slight pain kink, vaginal fingering, mentions of god, low-key, but kind of high-key corruption kink, porn without plot, implied virgin reader, unhealthy relationship dynamic, location change, probable historical language inaccuracies, a slight varying interpretation of the vampires in the movie, ie., they can spawn anywhere if you let them, manipulation, & no use of y/n.

author’s note: everybody cheer! everybody clap! i’m finally on my sinners writing shit. @sceletaflores’s amazing fic shed your knuckle velvet torn, on my teeth inspired me to write for sinners! that fic changed lives and altered my brain chemistry. go give her some love, she deserves it! anywho, i hope you enjoy this horny mess!

divider by @strangergraphics !

A monster lurks where the divine dwells…

Perspiration is gathering on your forehead, as your hands move quickly, willing it to fall down your cheek.

Your moans come out as small whisper as your fingers plunge in and out of your dripping cunt that is covered by a mere cotton sheet.

The cross that hangs around your neck sways with each desperate swirl, each attempting to chase a high you can feel down to your toes.

Your Bible by your side, serving as a vessel of guilt that you swallow as you feel warmth blooming in your lower stomach.

You know that eyes are watching you, not just the picture frames that hold the judging gazes of your kin, including your father, the town pastor down here in Tuscaloosa.

These are different, peering at you just beyond your window.

These were much more carnivorous.

Sinful.

They had lost their humanity, a trapped soul caught between Hell and Earth.

“Remmick…I beg of you to come in,” you beg, fingers plunging into your soaked cunt, fingers grasping at the thin sheet beneath you.

You could feel the unholy presence wash over the divinity of your room. The creaking of your wooden floor makes your eyes snap up to see him, with maroon eyes and a hung smile.

“Making a mess of yourself, aren’t ya?” he comments, eyes closing momentarily, taking in your scent. Your sweet arousal is rushing his system, sending his brain into overdrive.

“It feels incredible,” you whisper, trying to hush your enjoyment. Even with guilt clawing up your throat, your fingers coax around your clit, unwilling to stop. “I cannot stop.”

“Greed is liberating,” he adds, paying no real attention to his words. Drool leaks from the corner of his lips down his chin, watching you pleasure yourself. “Your greed is…a sweet temptation.”

Your eyes are hazy, hanging lazily as you stare at him. He is baring his teeth, sharp fangs gleaming. His tongue drags across the edges before licking away the spit on his lips.

You come with a small whimper, your arousal now leaking onto your sheets where you lie. Your body shakes with relief, chest heaving, attempting to collect more oxygen.

His eyes shut roughly, nostrils flaring as he takes in your scent, before they snap open, glowing red. “I need to taste ya,” he says, moving over to where you lay, still coming down from your high before ripping off your thin sheet and sinking to his knees to swipe his tongue across your glistening cunt.

“Dear, God…” you murmur, body twitching from sensitivity as your fingers grip the sheets tightly.

He lifts his head slightly, his glowing eyes boring into yours as his lips gleam with your arousal. “There ain't no God here, babydoll,” his lip quips. “Just me.”

Your body heaves forward, as his tongue swirls around your clit. “It’s too much,” you choke out, your hypersensitivity catching up with you.

He brings his head up. “It’s never too much, dear,” he says. Though, he does maneuver away from your cunt. His hand reaches out for your ankle, pulling it towards him.

You let out a yelp, body sitting upright, before he stands. He hovers over you ominously before his hand brushes against your cheek. “Sweet girl, you will learn to take what is given to ya,” he rasps as you nuzzle your cheek into his palm.

He beckons you to stand before he bends down, his nose moving against your neck to smell your skin. His lips press a kiss to your flesh, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips.

Without warning, his curious fingers find your cunt, easing in and out of it with ease. You grip your thigh for stability, as his lips suck on the skin of your neck.

“What would your savior have to say about this?” he mutters into your neck, fingers moving fervently. “Me suckin’ on the same very flesh he created?” he tacks on, as his other hand moves to grip the fat of your hips. “Fingers swirlin’ in this drippin’ pussy that your dear ole’ daddy has condemned,” he spits with agitation.

You grip your thigh tighter, your nails digging into the flesh. You’re rocking yourself against his fingers, mind whirling. “God…will take you…he’ll—he’ll heal you,” you mumble.

He laughs into the crook of his neck where his teeth are bared, mere inches from skimming your skin. “I’m not God’s to take.”

Your toes curl against the cold floor, and you can feel yourself edging closer to another sweet release.

His fangs hover over your neck. “Life could better for ya…for us,” he reasons softly, fingertips looming across your aching clit. “Let me take ya, sweet girl. I will let ya be whomever ya want,” he promises, his teeth prodding against your flesh.

Your teeth press into your bottom lip. “I cannot be—ah—led into temptation,” you say with a moan, though he can see the break in your resolve.

“Ya already have,” his tongue comes out to lick a stripe up your neck. “Ya ain’t like the others. I could smell your hunger through these very walls,” his finger gives your clit a slight pinch. “You’re sin wrapped up in one of them pretty bows, but I see right through ya, babydoll. No one will understand you. Not like I do,” he growls into your neck. “You’re all mine.”

“Take me! Please, take me with you!” you plead, feeling your climax overtake you.

You feel his fangs pierce your flesh, only adding to the erotic sensation. His hands move to grab and hold up your body as it slumps from exhaustion, and he feeds on your blood.

He pulls away, your blood staining his teeth, lips, and chin. “You will find this life is…simpler,” he whispers, easing you onto the bed.

You suddenly fall onto the sheets, unconscious for only a moment before you rise, feeling rejuvenated. Your eyes wander to Remmick, whose tongue darts across his lower lip to collect more of your blood, before you feel an urge to look at the framed picture frames.

You softly close your eyes, grasping the cross around your neck before whispering a silent prayer. “I am sorry, Father, for I have fallen into temptation,” you pray.

Remmick's hand reaches out, beckoning for yours. You grab his hand and walk out of the sanctity of your home to wander through the night, not bothering to bid your father goodbye.

And, although yes, your father may have lost his obedient sheep, a subservient follower, the night roared with delight, for it had captured a creature overflowing with unfulfilled desires and unpacified greed.

mini author’s note: me, personally, i would let him take me too. unfortunately, i have no shame.

[madamechrissy]

Lights, Camera - Action! 🎬

Pairings- Moviestar! Satoru x Costar! Reader

Warnings - mdni - sexual tension, kissing, desire, mutual pining (my fave lol)

I may make this a full oneshot, lmk in the comments if you'd want one 🫶 idea for movie star Gojo from @iamharryswife

You can't fall in love with your costar on your first big role.

Its not professional, right? To get soaking wet as he kisses you for the cameras, as his plush lips press on yours, and the cameras are flashing so bright. As directors and producers stare at the two of you.

This is a huge opportunity, your first co-starring role with Satoru Gojo, one of the most famous actors there are. For a girl from a small town in a low income home, this meant more than just wealth for you, it was securing everyone back home right now.

It would be scandalous, and he is rumored to be dating some of the most famous damn actress in the world already, a bit of a playboy. Plus, its all for the movie, for the shot, how his tongue slips in your mouth, how his big hands slip up your top.

You're trembling then, struggling for composure as Satoru Gojo leans up, frowning a bit, his brilliant blue eyes ever attentive as his silky white hair falls over his brow. 'Sweets, you need a moment?'

'Cut,' the director calls, you're blushing now, as he leans up, shirtless for the scene. He's so heart breakingly gorgeous, and you're worried he can feel the heat between your thighs.

'Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? It's your first time doing a scene like this, right?'

The problem isn't the scene, the problem is your cunt is throbbing around nothing, and your nipples are taut and pressed against your top. How could you separate acting from reality when your body is reacting like it never has?

'No you're great, I don't know if I am doing well I think. I'm in my head.' He brushes your hair back, and that's not for cameras that are now diverted from their shot of you two in the makeshift bedroom. No, it's genuine when he smiles.

You thought he'd be an ass like the rumors all said, but Satoru was achingly thoughtful and sweet. A perfect costar, you've watched him for years and been so enamored, is that what all this is? The build up, the admiration, of going from a fan to a costar?

'You're doing amazing, kissing is on point. Doesn't look fake or forced either,' you exhale nervously. Of course he's helping direct this movie as well, his directing debut, and he considers this good acting and not what it really is. You just enjoy it. 'If you need to, we can take a breather.'

'I'm good, promise. Thank you Gojo.' He smiles and soon he's kissing a trail down your breasts as the shoot continuds, gently pushing up your top. His heavy breaths just making you wetter, and that's when he catches it, as he lifts your thigh an kisses your knee for the intimate scene to start.

You're dripping down your inner thigh.

He grips you too tightly, his body reacts in a way it never does, not since his first shoot has he in any way had some reaction. This was methodical, clinical in its nature, every kiss perfect and precise, every look for the camera on point.

His costars got excited, he's been with some of them outside of this, but he's never seen glistening wetness on an inner thigh like this, feeling your heat radiating. He can't help but leak pre against his boxers, highly fucking unprofessional as you look up at him.

God you're fucking pretty like this.

Hes blinking, trying to focus, gather his thoughts at all, when he goes back to kissing your knee, the bright lights all over you all as the camera zoom in. He swipes that away, you're gasping, eyes fluttering shut, when he can't help but taste you right on set.

A deliberately secret motion, no one could know but him, but when he tastes you on his tongue he loses all sense of what's around him, and his desire takes hold. He can't be unprofessional right? He can't just eat you out for real, this isn't a porn it's a fuckkng r rated movie.

But he seriously contemplates it before he hears another - 'cut!' - and he's brought back to reality, of the pretty new costar under him.

[reignpage]

♣ In which you peg Toji as punishment

“Just get it over with, woman.”

He’s kneeling on the bed, ass up, legs spread, face squished against the pillows as he grips the headboard a little too tightly. A smile is almost brought to your lips; your big, bad Toji is nervous and too proud to admit it. Honestly, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you will not waste it. After all, you’re never going to trust him to take care of your plants next time you go on a long, out-of-town mission. Was it so hard to water a couple pots here and there? 

For someone who’s never been in this position – literally and figuratively – he sure is quite adept. His ass is clean, he didn’t bat an eye at the not so little cock you whipped out (probably because his is much bigger), and his arch is, well, kinda better than yours. Like, actually. Nice curvature, good height, and topped off with a delicious looking bubble butt. 

“Quit admiring me and get to work,” he grunts out. 

You smack a cheek. He jolts. It didn’t hurt him. Couldn’t have. But it does leave behind a red glow, most likely from the humiliation, which doesn’t make pre leak out of his only semi-hard cock. Bummer. 

Taking his command to heart, you grip his hips, rubbing what you hope to be, soothing circles into his bare skin, and circle the cockhead of your dark green strap-on dildo to his puckering hole. Of course, you’ve taken the right measures. His asshole has been stretched out stage by stage, albeit begrudgingly and with a lot of complaints, and you’ve lubed up both his asshole and your fake cock. All that’s left to do is to push it in and give him the ride of his life. 

Toji hisses at the sensation. He once described rimming as ‘ticklish’ and ‘not really my thing,’ though as his ass stretches back towards you ever so slightly, you start to wonder. Cooing, you say, “Aww, baby, eager?”

“Fuck off.”

Alrighty. Clearly, he’s not in a talking mood. Fine. You don’t need him to be, you just need him to keep that mouth open so you can hear all the fantastic moans he doesn’t want to admit to. So, inch by inch, you feed the green thing into his reluctantly open hole. 

The headboard creeks. “Fuck. Shit. Ah, fuck.”

“Feel good, To-ji?” You tease. “It sounds like it feels good.”

Rolling his eyes, you’re sure, the sassy man grumbles, “It’s f-fine. You -hah- all in yet?” 

Now, if the roles were reversed, as they always are, this would be the cue to shove the cock in until you’ve bottomed out and he’s a drooling mess. He’s never once taken mercy on you so why should you on him?

SLAM!

“FUCK!”

Oh, whoops. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re aware you’re going to pay for that after he’s paid the price for being a plant-murderer. Maybe with a spanking or orgasm-denial lasting for hours…or maybe he wants to return the favour. Yeah, knowing him that’s exactly how it’s going to go. With that in mind, you quickly decide to forego warnings and make the most of this experience. 

Working your hips double time, you begin shovelling the long, thick green dildo in and out of his pulsing hole. 

“You fucking -ah shit s-slow down.” Toji’s arch miraculously deepens, body quivering in a way you’ve never seen him do. It’s oddly endearing to see such a huge man holding back all the violent reflexes he’s honed over the years as a killing machine. And even more endearing, is the low grunt he releases when you scratch your nails down his long spine. “You’re having too -hngh! not there fuck!- too much f-fun, aren’t ya? Those damn -seriously fuck!- plants don’t even mean shit to -ngh!- you.”

A hand wanders down to his very real, very hard cock. Though it’s an awkward position, you keep pummelling the dildo through his gummy walls as you jerk him off, smearing the pre you’ve been waiting for down his length. “Gonna cum soon, Toji? It’s a shame it’s not going -hah- inside me, r-right? I wish I could actually cum inside you; could you imagine how pretty your asshole would look with cum leaking out of it?”

Toji growls, “Talking a lot of shit for s-someone already out of breath.”

“Yeah, well, if you let me do this more often, then I’ll build up my stamina, won’t I?”

To that, he has no response. But with the way he’s letting out low moans, breathy groans, and gravelly curses, you think he’s actually considering the possibility. Maybe you’re fucking him so good that the mysterious male g-spot of his is being stimulated and he’s feeling so amazing that it’s changing his worldview…or, much more likely, the guilt he bears weigh heavy on him, making the man open to the idea of letting you have your fun. 

Something smacks your hand away from the scalding thing you’re holding. His own hand replaces yours. Toji’s jerking himself off. Oh, how you so badly want to watch him. If he lets you fuck him again, you’ll have to insist on doing it missionary style so you can watch his brows furrow and eyes roll back. 

When you bury deep, grinding hard, you’re pretty surprised to find him fucking back into you. His head turns and those piercing eyes, hooded and dark, meet yours. 

With a smirk, he says, “Put your back into it, ma. Never gonna make me cum at this rate.”

Right the first time. Yay.

[sweetcalebb]

riding caleb's face ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

wc: 967

a/n: this was in my drafts. i feel like i should write more fluff. sorry i'm tweaking over lad boys guys

You could barely breathe, your thighs tensing around Caleb's ears, who was just lying there, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes.

"C'mon, Pips," he murmured, voice low and coaxing, like the space between your legs was the sweetest place he'd ever been.

You bit your lip, hard. "I just—what if I'm not—"

"You are," Caleb cut in gently, hands curling possessively around your thighs. "You're perfect.. Let me prove it. Please."

How could you say no when he sounded so pretty?

Slowly, you sank yourself, your hips jerking when you finally felt his mouth on you. It was warm. Already so eager, chasing after you when you gently pulled away again.

Caleb whined, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your thighs as he fought every urge not to pull you down.

"Yes, baby. You're so closeee.." He rolled his hips up against nothing. “Please let me have it. Wanna make you feel good."

You took a shaky breath before nodding, and finally letting yourself sink all the way down.

"Oh God..! Caleb..!"

You clung to the headboard as he began licking at your slick mess like a man starved.

You were so sweet.

The sweetest, most addictive thing he'd ever had.

He ate you out. Completely possessed. Completely obsessed. This was only his first time having you like this, but he already knew he would never get enough. Would never get enough of the way your thighs felt around his head. Would never get enough of the way your cunt pressed down in his eager mouth.

"More," he managed against your slick flesh. You didn't get a chance to respond before the air around you shifted, forcing your full weight on him.

Heat pooled in your gut.

He was using his evol.

You felt a small tug of worry in your chest. "Wait—Ca–Caleb. Can you breathe?"

Caleb only groaned in response, his fingers flexing against your soft skin as he pulled you impossibly closer.

"Caleb—!" Your hand shot down to tangle in his hair, nails biting into his scalp painfully.

"I'm...—I'm serious..!"

Still no response. No little tap on your leg that told you he needed air. No hesitation. Nothing. He just eagerly lapped at your aching cunt like it was the only thing that would ever satisfy him.

You let out a breathless gasp, your eyes screwing shut. Caleb wasn't playing fair, using his evol to force you on his mouth like this.

But he felt so good.

Caleb made a stifled sound underneath you, gripping you tightly as he guided you against his mouth. You nearly cried, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Caleb's need, his confidence, his desperation—it was all making it too easy to lose yourself.

Slowly, you gave a small roll of your hips.

Heat licked up your spine. His tongue was doing absolutely filthy things to you, absolutely devouring you.

"Oh God..! Feels.. soo good."

Caleb's grip tightened, his fingers leaving dents in your skin. He couldn't believe you were finally letting him have you like this. Finally letting yourself go on his face.

It was his dream.

And when you moaned—a shameless, real moan of his name; not to ask him questions or protest—a real fucking moan, he was done.

Caleb growled, his brows furrowing as he slid his hands down to grope your ass and pull you against him even harder. He was wrecked. Absolutely ruined, and he loved every filthy drag of your cunt along his mouth.

He was so desperate now, bucking his hips in the air like that might ease the ache in his groin.

Your thighs trembled, the pleasure building too fast. You whined, squirming slightly. "I—F-fuck! Caleb…! Caleb, I'm—" He doubled down, tongue working sinfully against you. "Oh, God!"

The coil in your stomach unfurled, your limbs tingling as you jerked forward with your release, coating Caleb's face in your mess. A part of you was embarrassed. Another part of you was too fucked out to care.

Your body continued to shake, your heat gushing in his mouth and painting his skin. You wanted to get up, give him a second to breathe after he so diligently ate you out, but you couldn't move.

Could barely even think.

You blinked down, stars bursting behind your eyes. Then, when you could actually focus, you saw him. Felt him. He was pressing feverish kisses against your cunt. Soft and slow.

He was so sweet to you.

You reached your hand down and lazily ran your fingers through his hair. It was a quiet thank you. And Caleb somehow nuzzled into it, even as he pressed kisses to your fluttering heat.

"Cay.. I can't.. Hmnn. I don't want to move. Help me." Caleb let out a soft whine, pushing himself deeper into your cunt and giving it one last kiss before gently rolling you off of him and helping you onto the bed.

You lay limp, your body still tingling, hair mussed and sprawled out over the pillow, vision dancing ever so slightly.

Caleb grinned, leaning over you and peppering your face with kisses like he didn't just suffocate himself in your arousal.

"You tasted so good," he murmured between kisses. "I could eat you all day."

He pulled back to look at you, eyes still brimming with the pride of making you come undone on his mouth. "Would you let me?"

You barely registered his words, just smiled and gave him a lazy smile. "Mhmm.."

Caleb chuckled, leaning in to trap your lips in a slow kiss. "You're cute like this," he murmured.

You pouted, sluggishly wrapping your arm around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. "Stop it."

He kissed your head. "Nope. Told you you were perfect. Didn't I?"

"Mm."

—

@justwinginglife

[your-internet-bf]

Coming home from the gym, I'm always horny. I don't know why, but even if I try to just relax, I always end up throbbing hard.

Luckily, you're here waiting for me. Pushing you against the wall, your hands hungrily find my bulge as I nip at your lips, your neck, your collar. You drop to your knees, peeling my sweatpants and underwear off of me, and you take a deep whiff of me, the sweat almost overwhelming. I slap your face with my cock, the weight of it knocking your head to the side, a trail of precum sticking to your cheek.

Groaning, I grind into your face, and like some fucking mutt you press your nose into me and breathe in, filling your lungs with me. Your hands rest on my powerful, muscular thighs, and you hump into the empty air between my feet, relishing in the weight and warmth of me on your face, the deep, animal noises from above, the way my hands grip at your hair, close to your skull, roughly pulling you into me.

I pull back and drag the tip around your open lips, leaving a salty trail of precum. You look me straight in the eyes as you lick your lips and swallow, batting your eyes up at me.

"Fuuuuck," I moan, and slowly bring one hand around the back of your head. "Open your fucking mouth, you little slut."

You barely have time to prepare yourself before I thrust forward, slamming past your lips, heavy, hot, salty on your tongue, grinding past your teeth, but there's no stopping me now. Your head is knocked back against the wall as you brace yourself on my thighs, and you close your eyes and try to swallow it all.

You can't, of course, but we both knew that already. I hear you, feel you gag on me, your body resisting my sheer size, but you were never strong enough to put up a fight against me. All you can do is open wide and try to keep your teeth out of the way. Leaving one hand on me, feeling the muscles in my thighs, you bring the other between your legs, shoving it down your pants to desperately, desperately play with yourself.

I twine one of my hands in your hair, strong fingers pulling sharply as I shake your doll head a little, grinding my waist into you, smothering you, pressing against your nose - if your throat wasn't filled with me, I'd be able to hear you moaning.

I pull out for a moment, letting you catch your breath. I stroke myself slowly, and the motion of the tip before your eyes is almost hypnotizing. You reach one hand up to feel the weight and warmth of my balls, and throw yourself back onto me, slamming down as many thick, throbbing, veiny inches of me as you can. I moan above you, working into your motion as I pull more tightly on your hair. A twinge of real pain sends a wave of pleasure through your body.

I'm panting now. "Fuck, fuck, I'm close, god keep going," interspersed with shuddering breaths. "You're so fucking good," I moan, as I bring my other hand down behind your head, knees almost buckling as my orgasm builds. You pull back, take a breath, and plunge forward, taking me deep, deep, shaking your head from side to side, trying to take even one more inch of me inside you, and you hear me groan, feel me thrust into you, swell in your throat, and release, again, and again, the warm, sticky shots of my cum painting your throat. You wrap your arms around my legs and pull me into you, swallowing it all, even as your vision starts to blur from air loss.

You relax your hold on me and I pull out, trailing a mix of my cum and your saliva out past your lips. You're lightheaded, and you cough a few times, trying to get your breath back. I pull you up to your feet, then throw you face down on the bed. You gasp dramatically, and giggle a little as you obediently raise your ass in the air, wiggling side to side for me. I leave a stinging red handprint on your ass before I sink my fingers into your waist, and you feel me line up between your cheeks, still wet with your spit. You can feel me throbbing again already.

"Fuuuuck," I breathe, "you're such a slut for me, aren't you?"

You grip at my bedsheets and back up into me as you nod, grinning lasciviously into a pillow. "I'm your fucking slut, I'm your little fucking toy, please, please..."

I push inside, slowly, intently, and you arch your back, giving yourself to me one more time.

[thisrots]

baby mama era?

vi x reader

❥ notes: happy 1000 followers! my account has grown so much from when i first joined in feb 🥹 tysm for reading my work and supporting me, love you all <3

❥ synopsis/warnings: vi using the hexstrap on u for the first time/she finally got to nut in her mama :3. creampie, breeding/size kink, doggy/backshots, whiny!top!vi x fem!bottom!meanish!reader, a continuation kinda of my drabble

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“Holy shit.” Were the only words that seemed fitting for the woman who was obviously packing in front of you.

Vi stood proudly, hands on her hips, an abnormally large member (that you clearly didn’t remember her having before) swung between her thighs. It jumped at the sight of you—like a goddamn feral animal—its glow pulsating in a bright blue light.

“That’s… going inside me?” You questioned, gaze never leaving its view.

“Um, yeah. I had it made just for you!” She exclaimed, inching closer, wrapping her fingers around the veiny thing. Her body twitched, face grimacing by her touch, clearing her throat before continuing. “I can feel everything with this bad boy, you know.”

Your eyebrow raised, blinking quickly as your pretty little head tilted sideways at her words. “Oh, really? Everything?”

“Everything.”

As hotshot and cocky as Vi was, her attitude never lasted long, especially not when she was sliding in head first (literally) inside your tight, slippery velvet hole. Vi gawked down at your perfectly arched back as you balanced on all fours, ass in the air and cheeks nice and spread, a position she had chosen for you. A perfect display of your vulnerability just for her.

Sure, you could’ve given her head to start off with. Your thighs were slick with the thought of swirling your tongue around her tip, watching her struggle to keep up with the bobs of your throat. But no—this is what you wanted. You wanted the first thing she felt to be the real deal; your aching, buttery soft pussy.

Vi hissed out at your warmth, sinking her shaft inside with ease, parting your glistening folds with her width, gripping onto the fat of your ass as she fought every nerve in her body to not cum on the spot. The toy was rather… large, nothing less to be expected from your perverted girlfriend.

Your fists were full of her sheets, painful groans muffled into the mattress as your insides made room for Vi and her girth. She was going brutally slow at that, admiring your entrance doubling in size for her. “F-Fuck, Vi! Did you have to—nnggh! Get such a b-big one?”

“Heh, hell y-yeah I did.” She gulped hard, her thumbs spreading your tiny hole open. “‘S a… fuck—a tight fit, princess—” She was trying to stay cool—trying oh so hard to ignore the fluttering walls that warped around her dick perfectly.

Your eyes rolled at her slowness. "Ugh, c’mon, Vi..."

Without warning, your hips pushed back onto Vi's pelvis with a lewd thwop. Her whole nine incher was swallowed whole by you, tip tickling your cervix, earning a gut wrenching groan from the once hard exterior being.

“Oh, fuck—!” Her back arched, eyes rolling back as your cunt clamped down around her, a sharp gasp hitched in her throat. “M inside—you! A-Actually deep, d-deep inside you!”

Her voice was high in pitch, strained and whiny, shuddery breaths pushing their way out of her lungs as she steadied herself. But of course, you wouldn't let her settle, not when she already sounded oh so adorably fucked out.

"Oh I know, baby. I feel so full," You purred as you pulled yourself back, slamming back against her hips, feeling her heartbeat pounding from her member inside your tender, gummy walls. "Hmmf! G-Go on, Vi."

"Fuck me."

Her grip around your waist was bruisingly tight, body jerking as you teasingly gave her a head start. She shut her eyes tightly, and with one long, deep breath, she finally thrusted forward. This was truly her dream come true—she savored every crease that decorated those walls she’d once fantasied of feeling, of making hers, of drilling brutally into ‘till you were full to the brim of nothing but her sticky cum.

"Y-You're hot—s'fuckin' hot inside," She mindlessly babbled now, hips grinding in a pathetically quick, unrhythmic motion. "’N Soft—hnng!—squeezing around me! F-Feels good—mmfff!—feels like you're gonna k-kill—me!"

If the simple sight of your cunt around her was too much before, this was most definitely going to make Vi go fucking insane. She’d forgotten about her strength, your arms giving into her powerful hip bucks, bare breasts now pressed onto your sweat slicked back, pushing your face into the mattress. Though you were clearly nothing more than a fleshlight for her at the moment, you ate up the complete opposite trembling whines that tumbled out of her mouth, melting into your ear.

"T-That's it, bein' such a—mmh!—good girl, Vi! S'fuckin good!"

Vi was flooding your hole with pre-cum, the oozing liquid slipping out of her growth and painting your inner walls. Her eyes were damn near crossed, rutting into you like a bitch in heat, so pussy drunk off you that she went completely brainless. So much so that she didn’t notice your jelly-like knees that wobbled with overstimulation. Or her ruthless hunger for more making tears stream down your face, still relentlessly abusing your raw, fucked out pussy.

“L-Love this pretty pussy s’much… It’s all m-mine—‘s all mine, right? S-Say it!”

“V-Vi, you talk—a lot! It’s all yours, baby—mmphh!—no one else’s—God, fuck, s-slow down a little!”

Even if you wanted a breather, or to switch positions, you knew she wouldn’t let you crawl away. Vi was caging you in, her big arms heavy beside your head, body weight pushing down on you. If she noticed that you slightly moved away, she’d huff loudly, harshly ramming you back against her length punishingly like the greedy brat she was. All you could do was take it, reminding you of who was on top, even when she was moaning like a noisy whore.

“Hmmph! W-Wanna cum in-inside, puhlease! Please can I? Gods, pleaseee!” Her voice was wrecked, words jumbling out as best they could, feeling the veins around her shaft pulsating with need—the need to release her seed deep inside you.

The headboard slammed against the wall with every savage thrust from her hips, shamelessly tearing you the fuck apart, finding the greatest pleasure from hearing your big and bad girlfriend already begging to cum after a short 10 minutes of being inside you.

Vi was always just a dumb, pussy drunk slut. You were surprised she’d lasted this long, fully expecting her to splurge her load the second she slipped into you. Her tongue lolled out of her dropped jaw, slobber dripping along your cheek, right hand fondling your hanging tit. Her big thumb and pointer fingers twiddled with your hardened nipple. “Mm…! Bet these would swell up so nicely if you’d—let—me!”

“A-Already? God, you really are pathetic, aren’t you?” You mocked as her hips piston faster at your words, stabbing your cervix, feeling her in your goddamn lungs, making you choke on your moans.

“Y-You’re—s’mean!” She let out a whine filled sob, tears staining her pink flushed cheeks, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she continued mercilessly pounding into you. She truly couldn’t help it, your puffy pussy lips wrapped around her dreamingly, sucking her in as you inched closer and closer to climax. “Please, mama? Just w-wanna pump you full of me—put a b-baby in you, yeah? Make you a pretty mommy, p-please?

Your lips cracked open, barely able to let anything other than broken little, ‘ah, ah, ahh!’s, sparks of pleasure coursing through your body as her ridges fucked against your g-spot. “D-Dunno—guhh!—if you deserve—it, V-Vi!”

You were cracking, she could feel it. The way your pussy pulsated around her, clenching around her dick so hard it made it difficult for her to thrust. How your entire body was rock hard underneath her, voice faltering as you called out her name with every wet slap of her hips against your sopping cunt. She had you right where she wanted you—ruined and desperate, just like she was.

Just desperate enough to get you to say yes.

“I do—I do d-deserve it! It’ll feel so fuckin’ good, I p-promise I’ll do my best!” Vi’s member throbbed, painfully filled with her cum, begging for its release with each rough slam of herself inside, teetering on the edge of sweet release. “C’mon, princess, lemme cum in you, y-yeah? I’m already t-there, just say y—”

“Oh, V-Vi, just—!” You moaned out, accepting the truth—you did want her to knock you up. You wanted to be so full of her essence that there’d be no way in hell you weren’t pregnant. You wanted it hot, leaking, filling up every last inch of you. “Y-Yes, yes! Yes, just cum inside me! Make mama proud, baby—g-gonna—cum—so—haaaard!”

Your pussy gushed around her, your warm, pearly substance coating her girth, making her lose every ounce of self respect she had left. Were you baby trapping her? Maybe. But had she just manipulated you into saying yes even though you were going to anyway? Most definitely.

So, you didn’t feel as bad when you backed your ass up onto her thrusts, walls tightly closing in on her, strangling her sensitive cock. You released your sweet nectar all over her, ensuring to milk her of everything she had.

That was all it took for Vi.

“Fuuuck, coming, coming, cominngghhh!” Her orgasm rolled out of her through waves, white-out with bliss expression slapped on her face. It started off in her head, feeling light and airy, quickly making its way down to her shaft and pumping scorching hot cum into your womb. She was mewling pathetically loud and squeaky, big, strong hands tightening around your breasts, juices flooding into you with intent.

You both flopped against the bed, her still laying on top of you, panting as some of the obscene mixture of arousals dripped out of you, staining the sheets. Just as soon as you felt Vi slipping out, you gripped onto her wrist, pulling her back against you.

“Ngghh!—I-I’m sensitive, you know!” Vi whined, puppy eyes glassy and nose painted a rosy color.

“Don’t care,” You started, plugged up, simmering in her cum, not letting any more drops slip out. “Gotta make it stick if you want me to be a mama, Vi.”

[missdynamighttt]

all i can think about is mean, pro hero! katsuki giving me backshots, man ☹️

you and katsuki were constantly at each other's throats, whether it was at hero work or at social gatherings. you couldn't stand each other, always arguing and sniping at one another.

but one night, after a few drinks at a work thing, some boring event. something happened. maybe it was just all the tension building up and you simply didn't notice because... you somehow ended up at his place, stripped naked, and honestly? it was mind-blowing.

"hey!" you pant desperately, whimpering from how firmly he grips on your hips. your hands grip onto his couch tightly as your knees hit the soft material. "loosen up a little, my hips are bleeding!"

katsuki's been on edge all day, his mind filled with images of you, wearing your tight fitted clothes that hugged your curves just right, and those high heels that make your legs look endless.

it didn't make it any better when you approached him too, too drunk to even remember where you live, getting you safe in his place and pushing aside your differences for now. maybe a little too much.

"what'cha talking about? i'm not gripping you hard enough," katsuki grins almost devilishly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continues to slam into you from behind, admiring the warm red marks on your hips.

the alcohol earlier long left his system and yours. all he's drunk on now is the feeling of you clenching down on him, whimpering from beneath him. his hands hold onto your love handles as he pulls you into him, your sweet moans echoing in his ears.

he leans in close, breathing heavily, his voice low and rough. "besides.. you like it when i ram into you like this, don't cha?"

"god, you're insufferable," you huff out, frustration and a hint of vulnerability in your moans. "you're such a... fucking asshole."

katsuki grins at your reaction, his fingers sinking deeper into your skin. its not enough for him, the pleasure hes giving you. seeing as you're still being a bitch. more can't hurt, right?

a hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back, a sick twisted feeling in him as he watches you struggle to take him.

"watch it, woman." he grunts, his balls twitching as it slams against your pillowy folds. it felt like heaven as he slams his cock hard into your warm cunny, after putting up with your ass for so, so long.

"you knew what you were doing when you decided to show up in that tight little dress. you've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

your yelp of surprise quickly turns into a gasp of pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it back firmly. you try pouting at him but can't keep the moan fully suppressed from your lips.

"not my fault you..." you manage to huff out, your voice filled with irritation and undeniable craving. "get turned on like a pathetic little teenager..."

katsuki laughs at your comment, his laughter quickly turning into a low, growl as he continues to thrust into you. he knows you're taunting him, trying to rile him up. and it's working.

"oh yeah? what makes you think i'm the pathetic one here, hah?" he pauses, landing a hard smack on your ass, earning another yelp from you before holding onto your hips again.

"you're the one on all fours here, getting fucked by me like a dog because you're too needy to wait til we got to bed..."

"don't act like you're any better," you retort, voice shaky with pleasure. "hypocrite.."

he scoffs, giving your hair another firm tug. "i can't help it if you looked that good, brat... besides, you love how much i want you. you love knowing how much i fuckin' need you. don't try to deny it..."

katsuki gives you another smack, this time a little harder. you whimper weakly, face flush with embarrassment as he continues his relentless assault on your cunt.

"you're... hah," you mewl out, voice trembling. "delusional... obsessed."

katsuki laughs again, the sound rough and low in his throat. "yeah, i am. its a real problem. can't help it if you're the only woman that gets me going like this. but you love it."

you muffle your moans by covering your mouth with your hand, your attempts to suppress your growing ecstasy proving very ineffective.

"you're just.. a horny jerk.." you gasp between breaths, the words coming out in a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "all you are to me is an...easy lay."

katsuki grunts, feeling your words hit him like a punch in the gut. he knows you're trying to push his buttons, to get him to snap.

and it was working.

he tugs roughly on your hair, his eyes narrowing as he glares down at you.

"oh, you think i'm just an easy lay, huh? someone you can use whenever you need to, but then you can toss me aside when you're done? is that what you think i am?"

you can barely speak as he goes rougher on you, your words broken up by moans and gasps of pleasure as his cock bullies your cervix.

your eyes are closed, head thrown back, and all you can get out is a desperate repetition of "no," and "sorry," as you mewled with pleasure and submission.

katsuki loosens his grip on your hair a bit, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as you moan from underneath him.

he loves the way your voice trembles when you apologize, how you get all sweet and vulnerable when he's got you like this.

it's like you're a totally different person when you're not fighting and arguing, and he can't get enough of it.

"yeah? you sorry, huh?" he lands another hard smack on your ass again, another whimper rolling off of your tongue. "you sorry for callin' me names, sayin' things to piss me off?"

"yes, yeah, 'm...sorry... bakugo," you repeat through gasps of pleasure, almost pleading and surrendering to him. "...'m sorry..."

katsuki lets out a low growl, feeling something in his chest tighten at the sound of his name on your lips, your voice soft and vulnerable.

he's not used to seeing you be submissive, his grip on your hips tightening again. what he's used to is you calling him by his name, always in a tone full of sarcasm and irritation. but hearing his name from you, spoken like that...

it's driving him absolutely feral.

"tch. sorry enough to let me do whatever i want to you?" he mutters, his voice rougher than usual, massaging your doughy ass.

you nod, head bobbing up and down feverishly, your face hot from embarrassment. your chest rises and falls as you pant, feeling desperate and needy, the sounds of your rapid breaths echoing in the room.

"yeah? whatever i want?"

"shit— yeah.. anything.. just get on with it, dammit.."

katsuki's eyes narrow as he stares down at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. he knows exactly what he wants, and he can already tell it's going to catch you off guard.

"anything, huh? lean back a little f'me."

you bite down on your lip, contemplating what his next move might be before you gingerly get up on your knees, leaning back against him. you feels his chest pressed firmly against your back, the heat from his skin sinking through you.

katsuki grins, his hand letting go of your hair, moving down to your hips, using his grip to arch you back against him. his other hand grips your chin, angling your head back so he can look you in the eye. he stares down at you for a moment, his gaze intense, his face so close to yours.

then, without warning, he closes the distance between you, his lips crashing down on yours.

you gasp into the kiss, the sound muffled and lost in a tangle of messy, desperate need. you struggle to keep up with the kiss, overpowered by the relentless pace he sets.

as rough as he was, it felt vulnerable. strangely sweet. your lips part and a soft moan escapes, your body shivering and trembling against his.

his tongue pushes into your mouth as he kisses you deeply, desperately, his hands roaming over your body like he can't get enough of you.

he's wanted this for so long, but he never imagined it would feel this good.

katsuki's kisses become more feverish, his hands moving down to your hips, guiding you against him as his body presses against you from behind.

he breaks the kiss with a ragged breath, pushing you down against the couch, your face pressed into the cushions. his hand finds your scalp again, tugging on your hair again as he watches his cock sink deeper into your pussy.

"shit... was that what you were expecting?"

you cry out, the sound muffled by the couch. your body shudders and writhes, your hands clenching into tight fists as you shakes your head, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

"n-no.."

"figured.. but i'm willing to bet you liked it anyway."

you scoff, trying to feign annoyance or irritation, but there's no mistaking the flush on your cheeks or the way your body trembled when he kissed you.

you can't deny the intense and silent yearning when he kissed you, the way it makes you crave his rough touch, the temptation to melt into his arms all too strong despite your resistance.

"oh, you can deny it all you fuckin' want, but your body is tellin' me something different," katsuki grins, watching your body betray your feigned annoyance."act like you hate me, i don't give a shit. but i know you love this."

you pant out weakly, voice trembling and quavering as you whimper. "you're so... damn... mean."

katsuki chuckles, his grip on your hips tightening further as he grinds against you.

"that's right. i'm the worst, aren't i? and yet here you are, drippin' wet on my dick, all because of me."

his rough treatment of you, the way he makes your body shiver and quiver, his dirty, filthy words egging you on, has you trembling and embarrassed, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure.

every muscle in your body tensed, your back arching against him as a cry escaped you. you were close. so, so close.

"bakugo, please... i.. i'm... gonna...." you moan out as you push your ass onto his abdomen, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you take everything he gives you.

katsuki's body shivers as you moans out his name, the sound sending a wave of electricity through him.

"tch, already?" he clicks his tongue at you, deliberately slowing down the pace. you let out a strangled whine, your body shaking in his grip. "c'mon, you better not get off now... i'm not done with you yet."

"bakugooo... i'm close... please..." you mewled, pleading and needy. "please, i need... i need... " you can't even finish the sentence, your mind consumed with the single-minded desire for him. and his dick.

"begging now, huh? what happened to all that attitude? did i fuck it out of ya that fast?"

"you fuckin' wish... shit... i don't care anymore... just make me feel good, please..."

your body trembles against him, shaking with need and desperation. you're pleading, begging him to give you what you need. you can't even form a coherent thought anymore, your mind fogged up raw, unrelenting need. the need for him.

"you really need it that badly?" katsuki coos almost condescendingly, loving how much you're falling apart beneath him. "you're shaking like a fuckin' leaf. this tight little pussy clenching down on me... you're pathetic."

"fuck, fuck, i'm sorry," your gasps and moans have evolved into a desperate whimpers and needy whines, your body shaking as tears stream down your face. "just need you.. need you so much, please.."

the pleasure overwhelms you, feeling like you're going to come apart at the seams. your body quivers uncontrollably against him, like a puppet whose strings are held by his every touch.

katsuki's mind is swimming, overwhelmed by the sight of you falling to pieces beneath him. he looks down at you, taking in her quivering, desperate state. he's never seen you so vulnerable, so needy for him. it's a sight he didn't know he needed to see.

he gently pulls you up from the couch, using his hand on your wrist. he leans over to you, his lips fanning over your ear, his breath warm on your skin.

"look at me, princess. let me kiss you again."

he calls you princess, not just because of your bratty and entitled demeanor, but because deep down, he wants to treat you like one.

he wants to pamper and spoil you, wrap you in luxurious silk sheets and never let you want for anything.

but admitting that was not easy for him.

so he covers it up, telling himself it's just your attitude that earned the nickname, not any weird, hidden desires.

your face is flushed, feeling embarrassed by his simple request and the intimacy of the moment. but the pleasure he's given you leaves your body and mind too fogged to object. with a breathless gasp, you turn to face him.

katsuki's eyes rake over your face, taking in all of you. for a moment, he looks at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before.

it's softer, gentler than his usual cocky grin or mean glare.

he leans in close, his face a few inches away from yours, his eyes fixated on your lips. slowly, he closes the distance between them, his mouth capturing yours in a surprisingly tender kiss.

as your lips met, it's like the world melts away. it's a feeling so unfamiliar to both of you, but at the same time, it feels so unbelievably right.

you gasp as he pulls away, the sudden absence of his touch leaving you with a pang of emptiness, your body still trembling and buzzing with need.

you want more. but you can't ask him that.

his eyes are fixed on your face, watching your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as you meet his gaze. he can't help but chuckle, his usual cocky smirk back on his face.

"what, you gettin' all shy on me? after everything we've done tonight, this is what does it for you?"

"shut up..." you click your tongue, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it's quickly unraveling when he starts his relentless pace again.

your words are broken between gasps and moans as he goes harder, your body arching needily against him. "oh, fuck.. yes, bakugo... please, 'm.. gonna..."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me, princess?" he grins, landing another hard smack on your ass. "you gonna cum all over this dick?"

katsuki's breath hitches at your nod and whiny pleas, his body shuddering against you. he can feel how close you are, and he's not sure how much longer he can hold on himself.

"cum for me, princess. wanna feel you clenching down on me, c'mon..."

at his words, you completely shatter against him, your body trembling, vibrations sending down his body as you whimper and moan against him. your gummy walls clamp down on his cock, painting your insides a creamy white of your own.

katsuki watches you unravel from beneath him, clicking his tongue when he feels close. he pulls his cock out of you, stroking it feverishly.

"fuck," he groans, spurting his thick seed onto your back, digging his nails into your hips.

you huff, chest heaving with each breath as you look back at him, clear frustration and arousal on your face.

"why didn't you.. cum inside?" your voice is a breathless whisper, filled with both annoyance and a hint of pleading need.

his eyes widen a little, his face flush as he lets out a breathless chuckle. "did you want me to?"

he reaches down, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. it's such a contrast from the rough way he treated you earlier, like a completely different side of him.

you scoff and look away, trying to hide the truth behind a pout. even the act of looking away feels like a betrayal to what you truly wanted.

"hmph. why would i want something like that..."

katsuki grins at your defiant expression, loving the feign indifference. he reaches out, tilting your chin up so you're looking at him again.

"you can admit it, y'know. i won't make fun of you."

you pout, as if trying to act like the thought hadn't crossed your mind before. but your words betray your feigned disinterest, cheeks flushed.

"maybe i do. do it inside next time."

his smirk falters a little, showing that gentle look in his eyes again like he's surprised, but not displeased, at your implication.

"you want a next time, princess?"

"yeah... unless, this is a one-time thing?"

it's a question that betrays you, giving him a peak of what you realled wanted. you're trying to sound casual, but the subtle tremble of your voice nearly gives you away.

katsuki notices the tremor in your voice, the hint of vulnerability behind the cool facade. he can tell when you're putting up that tough exterior.

"you really think I'd be done with you after just one night?" he chuckles, his hand moving down to your, rubbing the hot red nails marks.

"oh," your cheeks flushed, embarassed by his words. but you could feel your heart beat hard against your chest as you realize what he meant. "so.. will there be a next time?"

katsuki grins down at you, his hand roaming over you body, still taking in the sight of you, flushed and breathless beneath him.

even if he didn't want to (but deep down, he did), he found it nearly impossible to deny you. it was as if you had some sort of power, a hold on him that made his usual attitude falter.

he was caught, wrapped around your finger, a puppet to your whims, unable to do anything but surrender to you.

and he wanted nothing else.

"oh, there will definitely be a next time, princess. i'm nowhere near done with you yet."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ part two ! ]

[drewsephrry]

Love Island - Episode 11: Purple Lace Bra

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

words: 5.9k

warnings: cuss words, sexual innuendos, pretense of sexual acts

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A few hours have passed since the text about the Heart Rate Challenge and the villa is buzzing with energy. In the makeup room, the girls are crowded around the mirrors, giggling and squealing as they touch up their glam.

“If John B’s heart doesn’t raise the most for me, I swear to God, I’m gonna be fuming.” Sarah announces dramatically.

“Especially after last night?” Maddy raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Everyone heard you two.”

Sarah’s eyes go wide as the room erupts into laughter.

“Okay, sorry…about that.” She mutters, quickly grabbing her eyeshadow palette to avoid eye contact.

“Is that why you were bouncing off the walls this morning?” Alyssa teases, wiggling her brows.

“Oh, shut up.” Sarah mumbles, her cheeks turning pink.

Across the room, Cleo groans at her reflection. 

“Y/N, why’d you have to bake today? I’m bloated as hell.” She moans as the girls laugh again.

“Don’t blame me, I didn’t know this challenge was happening!” Y/N raises her hands up in surrender.

“Oh my god, I forgot to shave!” Abigail yelps, making a beeline for the bathroom as the laughter doubles over. 

“Okay, real talk. How’s everyone feeling?” Maddy asks, dabbing highlighter into the inner corner of her eye. 

“Honestly?” Y/N sighs, setting down her brush. “Kinda nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” Alyssa blinks. Y/N glances briefly at Sarah, then drops her gaze back to her makeup bag. 

“Yeah, well…dancing all sexy in a tiny outfit in front of seven guys and the entire world watching? It's nerve-wracking.” She says dryly, reaching for her mascara. Sarah and Maddy both nod in solidarity.

“Please.” Alyssa scoffs. “That boy is down bad for you. He blushes just looking at you.”

Y/N doesn't respond, keeping her focus on her lashes.

“Alright, ladies, let’s calm down.” Cleo declares, noticing the tension. “And can someone please show me some moves before I embarrass myself?”

Y/N chuckles softly. 

“Yeah, let me finish up my makeup and I’ll help you.” She offers.

“You’re a lifesaver.” Cleo grins, grateful. 

Meanwhile, the boys are gathered around the firepit, with heart monitors around their wrists and dressed in casual fits, buzzing with anticipation as they wait for the girls to make their entrance.

“Y’all excited?” JJ asks, glancing around. The group nods, a few low chuckles rippling through.

“Yeah, man.” Topper replies, bouncing his leg slightly.

“I’m honestly more nervous for our turn.” Pope admits, earning a round of agreement.

“Think any of them are gonna surprise us?” JJ asks.

“For sure.” John B says confidently.

“Have you seen the way those girls move?” Kelce adds, shaking his head. “They’re gonna go all out.”

“Can they come out already?” Rafe leans back with a groan.

Just a few minutes pass before the speaker crackles to life and ‘Don’t Cha’ by The Pussycat Dolls blasts through the villa. The boys immediately sit up straighter, all heads turning toward the path as the unmistakable click of heels grows louder.

Kiara rounds the corner first, owning the moment in a sheer purple babydoll dress, delicate matching lingerie just visible underneath. Her platform heels give her extra height, fairy wings flutter softly behind her and a crown of flowers is nestled in her curls. She moves like she’s on a runway, mouthing the lyrics with a confident smile.

She starts with Kelce. Dropping low in front of him, before coming back up. She gives him a playful lick up his neck that has Kelce’s eyebrows shooting to his hairline as the boys lose their minds beside him.

Next is Ryan. Kiara gives him a little shimmy of her chest and throws in a teasing wink. Ryan’s face goes bright red as he looks away, his hands gripping the couch tightly.

At Pope, her energy softens. She grazes her hands across his chest and presses a kiss to his jaw, then trails down to his neck. Pope lets out a breath and glances to the sky like he’s trying to focus on anything but the feel of her.

Then comes Rafe. The energy shifts again, no seduction, just a sharp high-five that smacks through the air. The guys burst into laughter as Rafe leans back on the couch, clearly grateful to be spared the full treatment.

Kiara turns to John B and the flirt is back. She spins around, drops it low and gives him a slow twerk that makes him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He clears his throat, adjusting his shirt while the boys holler.

Topper gets a slow, sultry drag of her fingers along his chest and collarbone, his smirk faltering just a bit as she leans in close but then she keeps walking.

JJ’s eyes are already wide when she approaches. Kiara climbs onto his lap without hesitation, her hands sliding into his hair as she presses her lips to his neck. Her hips roll slowly, deliberately and JJ’s head falls back like he’s transcending the moment.

“Yo, look at JJ.” Rafe mutters, nudging Pope, both of them wide-eyed and grinning.

Kiara finally pulls back with a satisfied smirk, pats JJ’s chest and glides back toward the villa. Applause erupts behind her, the boys losing it and JJ falls onto the ground.

“Dude.” He wheezes as Topper helps him up. “What the actual fuck was that?”

The rest of them are still yelling, clapping, trying to recover.

Confessional - JJ “And six more girls are gonna do this?” He scoffs. “Cool. Yeah. Just kill me now.” JJ stares at the camera, flushed and shirtless.

The speaker blasts ‘Candy’ by Doja Cat and all eyes turn to the villa as Abigail struts out. She’s dressed in a black lacy top, a short skirt, thigh-high socks and a tiny apron to represent a maid outfit, complete with accessories and a feather duster in hand. She saunters over with a seductive smile, sitting onto Kelce’s lap and rolling her hips to the beat, earning a groan from him and cheers from the boys.

She moves from one guy to the next, straddling Ryan with a playful roll of her hips, kneeling between Pope’s legs to suck on his finger, licking Rafe's neck and teasing John B with her duster. Topper gets a teasing show as she raises a leg on the couch and runs her hands over her outfit, while rolling her body, leaving him speechless.

Finally, she makes her way to JJ, settling in his lap before pulling him into a heated kiss. Kiara’s scream of encouragement echoes from the terrace as their hands explore and their tongues tangle. Abigail giggles as she pulls back, grabs her feather duster and struts back toward the villa, leaving the boys clapping.

Confessional - JJ “Literally...kill me.” JJ says, shirtless, deadpan. “I’m not built for this.”

‘Sports Car’ blares through the speakers as Maddy steps out in a red, skin tight race car driver bodysuit, zipped low in the middle, paired with knee-high boots. Her curls bounce with each step and she holds a checkered flag that flutters in the night breeze.

“Is it…” She throws away her flag and pulls the zipper lower, revealing bare cleavage beneath. “Getting hot in here?” She teases with a mock gasp. 

The boys erupt, Ryan practically shakes Kelce out of his seat, while Kiara and Abigail cheer from the terrace.

Maddy struts past Kelce, giving Ryan a cheeky shake of her ass, then grinds smoothly on Pope’s lap. She kisses Rafe’s cheek and neck, sucks on John B’s finger, rolls her hips on Topper's and leans into JJ, pressing her chest to his face with a sultry smirk.

Finally, she turns back to Kelce, clearly saving the best for last. Pulling him to his feet, she runs her hands down and back up his body before pushing him back into his seat. She straddles him and kisses him deeply, her hips rolling in sync with the beat. One last peck and she struts away, the boys clapping like they’ve just witnessed a miracle.

Confessional - Kelce “Maddy…” He exhales, still catching his breath. “That girl didn’t just move, she performed.”

‘Naughty Girl 'by Beyoncé pulses through the speakers as Cleo steps out in a tight police officer bodysuit, handcuffs twirling from her fingers. She walks to the beat, owning every step.

“Any naughty boys out here?” She teases, her accent drawing laughter and nods from the boys.

“He is!” Rafe grins, pointing at Pope. Cleo smirks, strutting towards Kelce and circling the firepit, giving each guy a playful moment. 

Lastly, she climbs onto Pope’s lap, kissing him deeply as she guides his hands to her ass, grinding against him to the music. The boys erupt, but Pope barely registers it. She pulls back just enough to place her police hat on his head.

“Don’t lose that.” She says, grinning, then stands and walks away, hips swaying like she’s in full control.

The boys cheer wildly.

Pope remains frozen, eyes wide and unmoving.

“Dude...you good?” Topper laughs.

“I-I think I need a minute.” Pope stammers and the laughter doubles.

Confessional – Cleo “I had no idea what I was doing. Like, zero.” She cackles. “I just hope my ass looked good.”

The speaker comes to life again and Madison Beer’s ‘Make You Mine’ pulses through the villa. The boys snap their heads to the entrance, anticipation thick in the air.

Then she walks out.

“Holy fuck.” Rafe breathes, eyes wide.

Y/N is a vision. She's wearing a checkered bandeau top and matching ruffled mini skirt, lace tracing the hem just enough to tease. White knee-high socks with little red bows along with white platforms that make her legs look longer. Her hands are covered by red, sheer gloves and ruffles that catch the light as they move. Her curls bounce beneath a tall chef’s hat as she holds a whisk in one hand. But it’s the way she moves. Slow, sultry and confident that holds everyone captive.

“Let’s go!” Maddy screams from the terrace.

Y/N flashes her a smile, then struts toward the fire pit, every step deliberate. When the beat drops, so does she, into an improvised routine that somehow feels choreographed, like she’s done it a hundred times before. The guys can’t look away. When she bends down low, the skirt lifts just enough to reveal a white thong underneath. Rafe feels like his heart’s going to explode.

She starts with Kelce, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from his seat before bending him over with a dramatic flair. The villa erupts into laughter as she gives him a playful smack with the whisk, giggling right along with the rest of them.

Then it’s Ryan, her current partner. She moves to him effortlessly, straddling his lap, her hips rolling in slow, hypnotic waves. Her hands glide over her body with ease, like every inch of her was made to be admired. Untouchable. Electric.

John B covers Rafe’s eyes, but he bats his hand away, locked in.

She glides to Pope next, sitting onto his lap and circling her hips again before falling back into his chest, laughing breathlessly. Then she’s up, catching Rafe’s stare and she smirks at him as she passes by.

She kisses down John B’s neck, biting softly before giggling. Even Topper, who’s pissed at her, bites his lip when she turns around and teases him with a playful shake of her ass.

Then she’s on JJ, laughing as she straddles him. She grabs his hands, places them on her chest and rolls her body like the music is made just for her. JJ smirks, clearly enjoying himself. Rafe’s jaw tightens.

And then, she drops to the ground.

The guys lose it as she crawls, slowly, directly toward Rafe. John B and Pope instinctively scoot aside. She kneels between his legs, fingers sliding up his body. Then, with one smooth motion, she jumps into his lap, her body landing flush against his.

Their lips meet, fast and heated, but she pulls away just as quick, pushing his head back against the wood behind him. Her mouth trails down his neck as she undoes his shirt expertly, one button at a time, nails dragging against his chest.

Rafe gasps loudly and the boys go nuts.

She pulls away, lips flushed, breathing heavy. Then she leans in, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Tell George I’m sorry.” She murmurs against his ear. Then she’s gone. Back to the villa, hips swaying like nothing happened. Rafe just lies there, stunned as the rest clap.

“Yo!” JJ grins. “Did you get a boner?”

“Yes.” Rafe groans, adjusting himself without shame.

Back on the terrace, Maddy pulls Y/N into a hug.

“Girl! You ate. Rafe is done.”

Y/N just laughs, still catching her breath.

“I think I blacked out.” She admits. “I don’t even know what I did.”

Confessional – Rafe “Okay, but like…when’s the hideaway open again?” He looks off-camera. “For real.”

Alyssa’s heels click confidently against the ground as Ariana Grande’s ‘Dangerous Woman’ pulses through the speakers. She struts out in a red corset, lace shorts and knee-high red socks fastened with garters. A pair of red devil horns perch atop her head like a crown.

Topper lets out a loud howl as she makes her way toward the firepit, eating up the attention. Alyssa throws a few flirty moves to the first boys, but pulls a big performance for Rafe. She climbs onto his lap, pressing her body against his, her movements slow and deliberate as she tries to read his face.

Rafe leans back casually, his expression unreadable, detached, almost bored.

“She’s trying too hard.” Maddy whispers to Y/N from the terrace above. Y/N doesn’t answer. Her eyes are locked on Rafe’s face, studying his every reaction.

Alyssa leans in, lips brushing against his neck as her hips continue to roll. But just as she does, Rafe glances up toward the terrace, locking eyes with Y/N.

Alyssa catches it. She pulls back, annoyed and with an exaggerated eye roll, slides off his lap and moves on without a word.

When she reaches Topper, she turns the charm back on. Even though they’ve been coupled up for ages, she treats him to the same routine, only this time, she caps it off with a slow, deep kiss that lingers just a little too long.

Confessional - Alyssa “I think I crushed it!” She grins, tossing her hair. “I mean…did you see that?”

The last girl to take the stage is Sarah. As Britney Spears’ ‘Gimme More’ comes on, she struts out in a bubblegum pink bodysuit, fishnets and matching heels. A pair of bunny ears bounce on her head, a pink bowtie collar wraps around her neck and a fluffy pom-pom tail completes the look.

The girls erupt in cheers from the terrace, screaming her name as she saunters around the firepit, hips swaying to the beat. She gives each guy just a taste, but enough to leave them wanting more.

A kiss pressed to Kelce’s neck. She sits onto Ryan’s lap like she belongs there. Sucks on Pope’s finger with a slow smirk. Rafe gets a kiss on the cheek and she flashes a cheeky thumbs-up to Y/N on the terrace, setting off a round of giggles from the girls.

With Topper, she settles on his lap, rolling her hips in a way that’s almost cruel. JJ gets a flirty body roll and her pair of bunny ears perched on his head.

Then she turns to John B. She grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him up effortlessly, leading him by the collar.

“Walk him like a dog, Sarah!” Y/N yells with a laugh.

Sarah turns, pushing John B down onto the ground. He obeys without hesitation, grinning as she crawls on top of him. With a practiced flick, she sweeps her hair to one side, offering a full view of her neck and then leans in, kissing him hard, slow and deep.

His hands find her waist as she moves against him, completely owning the moment.

The girls scream from the balcony again.

When she finally pulls back and gets up, her hips sway like nothing just happened.

The boys get up from their seats, applauding and John B stays on the floor, dazed and impressed.

Upstairs, Sarah barely makes it to the top before Y/N and Maddy run to her, squealing.

“You killed it out there!” Y/N shouts, throwing her arms around her.

Confessional - Y/N "Not gonna lie, watching Sarah move like that? Instant fanny flutters." She admits.

The girls make their way to the fire pit, still in their challenge outfits, changed into comfortable slippers instead of their tall heels, heart rate monitors strapped snugly around their wrists. They settle in, giggling and waiting for the boys’ turn.

“Bring them out! Bring them out!” Maddy chants, pumping her fists. The others join in, laughter bubbling up as ‘Ice Ice Baby’ starts playing. Confused glances are exchanged before they shrug and start clapping along to the beat.

Suddenly, JJ bursts out dressed in a beige toga, white angel wings and gold accessories. The girls erupt into laughter as he lip-syncs the first verse flawlessly, selling every word with exaggerated swagger.

As the chorus hits, he struts toward Alyssa, rolling his body dramatically, making her double over with laughter. Next is Abigail, he lifts her effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist as he bounces her in his arms. She squeals, gripping him tightly. He lowers her gently and plants a playful kiss on her cheek.

Then he turns to Kiara. Without warning, he parts her knees and rolls his body against hers, full grind-mode. The girls scream, while Kiara sits frozen, wide-eyed.

Maddy’s next. JJ spins her around, grabs her hips and pulls her back onto him with no hesitation.

“Whew, go J!” She laughs breathlessly.

When he reaches Y/N, he slows it down, licking up her neck to her ear, then gently biting her earlobe while gripping her thigh. Y/N gasps, visibly flustered and JJ flashes a wicked grin before moving on.

He grabs Sarah’s hands next, dragging them over his chest before pretending one is a mic, rapping into it with full commitment. Finally, he ends with Cleo, giving her a cheeky kiss. She cringes, giggling as he dances away.

The girls cheer wildly as JJ struts back to the villa, arms in the air like a champ.

Confessional - Abigail “JJ definitely brought the energy.” She says with a slight shrug. “But honestly? I expected…more.”

The speaker crackles to life again, this time, ‘Please Me’ by Cardi B and Bruno Mars blares across the villa. The girls perk up, scanning the area for the next boy.

Then out comes Pope in bright yellow baggy pants, red suspenders and a firefighter hat perched on his head. Sarah grabs Cleo, shaking her as the girls burst into cheers. Just as Cardi starts singing, Pope yanks down the pants in one dramatic motion, revealing snug black shorts that leave little to the imagination.

The girls scream.

He goes around to the girls, body rolling with messy confidence. He plops into Maddy’s lap, pulling her hands to his chest in mock seduction and makes everyone chuckle by sucking one of Sarah’s fingers.

Then he makes a beeline for Cleo. He picks her up effortlessly, cradling her close as he plants a deep, lingering kiss on her lips. One of her hands settles gently on his cheek, while his grip tightens around her thighs, one hand on her ass.

When he sets her down, he places his firefighter hat on her head and bounces away, grinning ear to ear. Cleo bites her lip, cheeks flushed.

“How was that kiss?” Y/N teases.

“Too good.” Cleo laughs and the girls break into a chorus of giggles.

Confessional - Cleo “Yeah, that kiss?” She smiles, still dazed. “That was…really good. And his moves? Didn’t think he had that in him, honestly.”

Next up ‘Yeah!’ by Usher plays and the girls look around in surprise before Topper struts out in a full gladiator costume. Sword in hand, chest bare, he lifts his weapon theatrically. The girls crack up.

He tosses the sword to the ground, then drops into a near-perfect worm as screams erupt.

Topper rises and struts past Alyssa, heading straight to Abigail where he rolls his hips against her with exaggerated precision. Then he sucks on Kiara’s finger, she blinks, stunned, before planting kisses on Maddy’s neck and chest. Maddy shoots a bewildered glance at Y/N, nose scrunched in amused disbelief.

Topper turns, facing Y/N. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he clenches and unclenches his butt cheeks like it's choreography. She laughs, fully unbothered.

He bends down to Sarah next, kissing her neck and parting her legs to pull her closer, lingering a little too long. Sarah clears her throat. Topper backs off, finally moving on to Cleo with a brief lap dance.

Then, for his finale, he lifts Alyssa right off the bench, laying her gently against the wooden platform. With his hips pressed to hers, he leans in and kisses her deeply as she giggles into his mouth. The girls cheer wildly. From the balcony, JJ hollers while Pope casually eats popcorn, watching the show.

When Topper’s satisfied, he helps Alyssa back to her feet, gives a theatrical bow, and walks away like a man who just conquered Rome.

Confessional - Alyssa “Topper was good.” She nods slowly. “But…it kinda bothered me how much time he spent on Sarah.” Her lips press into a thin line.

‘SexyBack’ by Justin Timberlake hits the speakers like a shot of adrenaline. The girls perk up immediately, ready, but nothing prepares them for what comes next.

Rafe walks out, slow and deliberate. He’s wearing baggy, grease-stained pants slung low on his hips, a reflective construction vest that barely covers his chest, a yellow hard hat and a wrench casually swinging in his hand.

Y/N’s lips part before she even realizes. 

“Oh. My. God.” She breathes.

He smirks, he knows what he’s doing. And when he reaches the fire pit, he pauses for effect before ripping the pants away, revealing fitted black shorts that cling to him like a second skin.

“Damn, girl, he’s packing.” Maddy whispers.

Y/N smacks her without taking her eyes off him. 

“I know.” She murmurs back, with wide eyes.

He strides toward the girls with confident ease, his gaze sharp and unreadable. As he reaches Alyssa, he leans in and plants a quick, almost obligatory kiss on her cheek. No charm behind it, no spark. Just a quiet, clear message that he is not into her.

Alyssa blinks, caught slightly off guard and straightens her posture as if trying to recover her pride. But the moment hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Y/N watches it unfold, her eyes narrowing with a flicker of satisfaction. Her lips tug upward in a small, smug smile. She doesn’t say anything, just shares a knowing glance with Sarah, who stifles a laugh.

Then Rafe moves on to Abigail. He grabs her hands, placing them firmly against his chest, dragging them slowly over the ridges of his abs with a devilish grin. Abigail laughs, caught up in the performance, but he is focused on Y/N.

He shifts to Kiara next, pressing a soft, respectful kiss to her cheek. She gives a small smile and a thankful nod. He turns to Y/N.

She leans up toward him instinctively and he swerves. Walks right past her.

The girls gasp. Y/N freezes, stunned, a half-smile frozen on her face. She blinks, lips parted, brows lifted. She doesn’t know whether she wants to laugh or kill him.

He continues to Sarah, then Cleo, handing off his hat like it’s part of the act. 

He struts away and just when she thinks he’s done, he spins around and runs straight back to her.

Y/N barely registers what’s happening before he scoops her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the wooden platform. He lays her down gently, the music still pounding in the background, but it’s like the world has narrowed to just the two of them.

His hands find her wrists, pinning them above her head. 

She gasps, eyes locked on his.

Then his lips crash against hers.

The kiss is deep, consuming. One of those can’t-breathe, can’t-think, don’t-care kinds of kisses. His free hand traces down her body, grabbing her leg and stretching it over his shoulder like it belongs there. She arches beneath him, breath caught, heartbeat wild.

He rolls his hips against hers, slow but controlled. Commanding.

The villa goes wild. The girls scream. JJ yells something unintelligible from the balcony. And Pope almost drops his popcorn. But Y/N can’t hear any of it.

She only hears him.

When he finally pulls away to breathe, she’s still dazed, until he expertly flips her over.

The crowd roars again as he pulls her hips back against his, dragging her into him in a way that feels anything but performative. It’s raw. Possessive. 

Then, as if she weighs nothing, he lifts her over his shoulder, carries her back to the bench and sets her down gently.

He plants one last kiss on her lips, softer this time, but no less intense and he walks away, cocky and cool, like he didn’t just set the entire fire pit on fire.

Y/N sits, still catching her breath, completely flushed.

Confessional - Y/N “Book. Us. The. Hideaway.” She says, fanning herself with both hands. “I’m not kidding. I need him like…yesterday.”

‘Yo Voy’ by Zion & Lennox pulses through the speakers and the girls sit up instantly.

Kelce walks out in a Top Gun jumpsuit, unzipped halfway to reveal his perfectly sculpted chest. A pair of aviators hangs low on his nose, until he tosses them aside with a smirk.

“Oh my God, that’s my favorite song!” Maddy squeals, smacking the couch. “He remembered!” Her voice softens into a giddy coo.

The girls cheer as Kelce strides to the fire pit with swagger, popping open the rest of the jumpsuit and letting the sleeves fall. His torso glistens under the lights and the hollering only gets louder.

He does his round with the girls but he doesn’t waste time. Kelce heads straight for Maddy, lifting her up and laying her out against the platform like she’s a prize. He grinds into her with practiced rhythm, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she throws her head back in laughter.

When he helps her back to her seat, he walks and pauses in front of Y/N. With a quick, cheeky grin, he leans down and kisses her cheek.

“Good man!” Rafe shouts from the terrace, laughter echoing around the villa.

Y/N smiles up at him, shaking her head, but her eyes sparkle with amusement as Kelce moves on to the next girls.

When he starts to walk away, just a few steps in, he pauses. With zero hesitation, he shimmies out of the rest of the jumpsuit, revealing a pair of impossibly tiny, neon green underwear.

Rafe and JJ go feral on the balcony, whistling and howling as the girls explode.

He turns around to reveal the back and it’s barely hanging on, wedged so far up it might as well be invisible. The screams from the girls are immediate.

Maddy, Sarah and Y/N collapse to the ground, crying with laughter.

Confessional - Kelce “Listen…” He smirks, tongue poking his cheek. “You get one shot to show off the goods, so I made sure they saw all of them.”

Then, the unmistakable beat of ‘Promiscuous’ by Nelly Furtado is heard.

John B steps out in denim shorts trimmed with cow print, a red bandana tied around his neck, brown cowboy boots and a matching cowboy hat tilted low over his eyes. His belt buckle gleams in the firelight.

“Yeehaw, bitch!” Maddy shouts, smacking Sarah’s arm, over Y/N. Sarah hides her face in her hands, already blushing.

John B keeps it light with the rest of the girls, just a few cheeky moves here and there, but it’s very clear who he’s here for.

He moves, determined, up to Sarah, tosses the hat off and gently presses her back on the bench. Cleo rushes away, cackling. The moment their lips meet, the girls erupt into a chorus of cheers. Her legs coil tightly around his waist and her fingers tug at the strands of hair peeking from under his cap.

They laugh into the kiss, whispering something only they can hear. When he finally pulls back, he plants the cowboy hat on Sarah’s head with a wink and walks off like he just won riding the mechanic bull.

Confessional - Sarah “You know what they say…” She grins, pretending to twirl a lasso. “Ride a cowboy, save a horse.” 

The girls lounge by the firepit, their chatter buzzing with leftover adrenaline as they wait for the final boy to come out.

“You know.” Y/N begins, eyes glinting with faux annoyance. “I think I’m more upset that I didn't get to see Maddy do her thing…than I’ve ever been in this villa.”

The girls laugh, but Maddy smirks knowingly, already climbing into Y/N’s lap like it’s second nature.

“Oh, she’s doing her thing now.” Sarah teases as the girls burst into cheers.

Maddy rolls her hips slowly, playfully, while Y/N's hands hold her firmly at the waist. The boys up on the terrace freeze, some with amusement, some in awe.

Maddy raises an eyebrow at Y/N, who just nods, biting back a grin. That’s all the encouragement she needs.

Maddy leans in and presses her lips to Y/N’s, soft but deliberate.

The girls scream and holler as the kiss lingers just a beat too long. The guys are stunned.

“Hey-hey!” Rafe blurts out, eyebrows furrowed. “What the fuck?” His voice isn’t angry, just startled. Flustered, even.

Maddy pulls back, casually wiping the smudge of lip gloss from Y/N’s bottom lip before standing.

“Sorry, Cameron.” She says innocently, strutting back to her seat with a proud smirk.

“Dude…” JJ whispers, still slack-jawed. “That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Close your mouth, man.” Kelce says, nudging him. “You’re drooling.”

Before anyone can say more, the speaker blares to life with ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine. The mood shifts again.

Ryan steps out, dressed in tight black shorts, football shoulder pads, high socks and a helmet. He tosses a football toward the terrace as he swaggers forward, while Kelce catches it effortlessly.

Helmet off, Ryan heads toward the firepit, the girls screaming and laughing already.

He starts with Alyssa, kissing down her neck and chest sensually, he makes Abigail giggle as he twerks right in her face and kisses her forehead sweetly, then presses his body into Kiara’s and grinds against Maddy like he’s trying to outdo every boy before him.

But everyone’s watching for the moment they know is coming.

Ryan stops in front of Y/N.

The girls go silent. The boys lean forward. Rafe doesn’t move a muscle.

Ryan smirks, stepping between Y/N’s legs like he owns the space.

Y/N blinks, pulse speeding.

Rafe’s jaw flexes up on the terrace, his arms crossed tightly.

Ryan kneels down slowly and lifts one of Y/N’s legs over his shoulder. He starts kissing her inner thigh, trailing down until he reaches the top of her high sock.

Y/N's breath catches as he pulls the sock off with his teeth, never breaking eye contact.

She swears her heart is pounding in her throat.

He presses one last kiss on her shin before standing to kiss her cheek, tenderly, almost teasingly and then moves on to Sarah and Cleo, finishing his set with a sultry suck of Cleo’s finger.

As Ryan walks away, cocky and triumphant, the girls jump up to cheer. Y/N moves with them, but slower. Still flushed, flustered and unsure where to look.

Until she does.

Her gaze lifts to the terrace, where Rafe is already staring at her. Intensely.

She quickly looks away.

Confessional - Rafe “Yeah… uh…” He exhales, scratching the back of his neck. “I definitely preferred it when she was dreaming of Captain America.”

The islanders gather around the firepit, boys on one side, girls on the other. The anticipation buzzes in the air as Sarah stands up, holding a heart-shaped board with the results.

“Alright.” She begins, clearing her throat dramatically. “First up, Pope’s heart rate was raised the most by…Cleo!”

Applause breaks out as Cleo beams and Pope rubs the back of his neck, blushing.

“John B’s heart rate was raised the most by…moi.” Sarah announces with a cheeky grin. John B winks at her, nodding in approval.

Then she glances at the next name, her grin widening.

“Rafe’s heart rate was raised the most by…” She pauses for suspense. “Our little baker, Y/N!”

Laughs ripple through the group as eyes turn to her. Y/N blushes, looking across the firepit at Rafe. He winks at her, cool and smug. 

“JJ’s heart rate was raised the most by…Kiara?” She blinks, surprised. Everyone claps, but the energy is more curious than celebratory.

Y/N’s eyes flick over to Abigail, who offers a tight, practiced smile before looking down at her hands.

“Okay, next…” Sarah continues, clearing her throat. “Kelce’s heart rate was raised the most by Maddy.”

Maddy grins and sends him a playful wink. Kelce just nods, calm and collected.

“Topper’s heart rate was raised the most by…” Sarah squints at the board. “Me?”

Confused claps follow. Topper shrugs awkwardly. Alyssa crosses her arms and looks away, visibly irritated.

Confessional -Alyssa “Like…what the actual fuck?” She mutters, clearly seething. 

“Alright, last boy.” Sarah announces. “Ryan, your heart rate was raised the most by…Y/N.”

Y/N looks down, lips tightening. Across the firepit, Rafe’s jaw tenses visibly. Ryan rubs the back of his neck, trying to lighten the tension.

“Guess I’ve got a thing for bakers.” He jokes, shrugging. A few chuckles echo around the pit, but not from Rafe or Y/N.

Rafe’s eyes stay locked on her.

Now it’s John B’s turn to take over, holding the next set of results.

“Okay, starting with Maddy.” He says. “Your heart rate was raised the most by Kelce.”

“Knew it.” She claps dramatically.

“Sarah, yours was raised the most by…yours truly.” John B says, smiling.

“Duh.” She replies.

“Kiara.” John B continues. “Yours was raised the most by…JJ.”

Kiara turns toward JJ, who’s still wearing his angel costume. His blue eyes meet hers and he smirks. She blinks, caught off guard but smiling faintly.

“Alyssa.” John B reads next. “Your heart rate was raised the most by…Ryan.”

“No. No way.” Alyssa says, shaking her head.

“That’s what your heart monitor said.” He shrugs. She huffs but doesn’t argue further.

“Cleo, your heart rate was raised the most by Pope.” He reads. They exchange a shy smile across the pit.

“Abigail, yours was raised the most by…Ryan.”

Abigail looks at Ryan and lets out a small laugh as she joins in on the applause.

“And finally…” John B pauses for effect. “Y/N, your heart rate was raised the most by…Rafe.”

Before anyone can react, Rafe’s already on his feet.

He strides over, grabs Y/N’s face and kisses her deeply, like he’s been waiting all night for this moment. The firepit erupts in cheers and whistles as the couple finally pulls apart, breathless, smiling, eyes locked.

It’s electric.

And everyone can feel it.

to be continued...

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